Forcing Myself to Move On

It's been nine months and I haven't really moved on. I'm really trying, believe me, but I always fail. I don't know how I'll be able to move on when I'm with him six days a week. It just saddens me that I can no longer hold him the way I used to. I still miss him. I miss the days when we just talk and have dinner before heading home. Sigh. I wish I'll find Mr. Right soon so I can fully give him up. I know I am being unfair to everyone by still feeling this way; I'm so unfair to his son, to his wife and I am being most unfair to myself. I pray that the right one will come my way sooner than I can say it is really over. I don't think I can bear this any longer; my heart is literally hurting and I don't want this to kill me.