<human>: Can you condense the text into a few key points?

The first time I ever got my heart really badly broken was by my first "true love," to whom I lost my virginity while Tori Amos' *Boys for Pele* played in the background. It's been.... wow, 15 years, and to this day if I hear any songs by Tori (particularly from that album) I get all choked-up. This bodes ill for the followup story. 

Until a little over a month ago I was dating the second "true love" of my life, and I shared all of my favorite things with her, including my favorite place to go camping and hiking. Fast forward to today, after she left me for the guy she REALLY wanted to be with the entire time and plastered social media with pictures and stories of how happy she is to finally be with him... Anyway I can't even *think* about that place or those activities without thinking of her. 

Again, we're talking favorite place and favorite activities in my life. I can live without Tori Amos, but without Cedar Mesa? The thought of associating that place with her and our breakup for the rest of my life fills me with a dread that I can hardly express.
<bot>: Any advice on how to associate your favorite things with pleasure again instead of associating them with the person who broke your heart?