When the world gives you a gift and takes it back

I have always been a believer in doing what “feels right” and going with it. The moment I met him, I knew I was going to fall in love with him. Something changed within me. I felt it throughout my body, throughout my entire self. It out was a tangible feeling of knowing, of rightness. I had always given the men I had taken interest in nick names just for fun or so I could talk  about them around all company. Men before him had been called “ghost face killer” or “two face” so this was much different, his nickname was “soul mate.” He lit up my life, he was the prince charming I had been looking for. I love everything about him. His voice, his touch, he was brilliant, he was absolutely perfect, too good to be true perfect. We were seeing each other for quite a while. Well, he passed away a month ago. My world is ruined. I miss him every single day and I lost whatever spark for life I had is gone. I am considering taking my life, because I am miserable. What should I do?