I got rejected. In my head at least, this was THE relationship for me. The rejection was crushing. Absolutely devasting. So I didn't get over it. I really thought I would get over it eventually... I mean that is what a normal person does, right? I tried the whole being with others to forget the 'one' thing, but after a decade or so instead my capacity to feel just faded. Maybe it's just aging as well, and it has allowed me to focus more on work and creative pursuits, and I still sometimes check on the person (virtually), but it feels like it's too late for my dream.