When Love Isn't Enough

I've been reliving the "final" goodbye My Mr. and I shared yesterday.  As I drove away, he mouthed "I love you" and I broke down.  Our conversation yesterday was drawn out two hours. I met him on his way out of town to give him the gift box I made for him. 200 dollars later, the gift box was a success...any hope I had of a final plea for reconciliation was not.  It's only been twenty-four hours but every other minute I've had to seriously fight the urge to call him, cry, and beg for him to take me back-to forgive me for making such foolish decisions.  Still, I know sacrificing my pride will do nothing but unlock vulnerability and surface the rejection I'm already feeling. . . I don't mind feeling rejected - I hate feeling angry and fearful.  That fear has done nothing but escalate into panic and sadness. I'm fearful that he'll insist I follow through with my promises of abstaining from him forever . . . he'll say something like, "that was your decision, live with it. there are consequences that you need to live with for a while."  

Is it possible to live with the consequences of living without someone you love?