Well, time. Eek, no one likes to hear that in the fast-paced world we all live in, but it takes time.
PS dreamy, you're a nice-looking woman (I say this as a straight woman, BTW) - you'll be fine and men will be coming over bringing homemade cookies before long. Or beer. Whatever you like. :-D
PPS Just before I met my husband, about, I dunno, 9 or 10 months beforehand, I broke up with a guy who I'd been dating for almost 2 years. It was one of those breakups where you just, absolutely, know it's THE right thing to do. And my ex decided to send me a tape, which ended up being kind of similar to the letter you received. It had a bunch of stuff on it about how he missed me, yadda yadda yadda and then he played DJ and recorded a bunch of sappy, depressing breakup songs. Since he was a doo wop fan, this included, among other things, that old chestnut, "Since I Don't Have You". Well, nice song but otherwise, sheesh, keep yer dang tape. I ended up recording over it.