I have lost the love of my life. The only woman I have ever truly loved and truly loved me. I waited 36 years for her to come into my life. She was my everything. Everything I ever wanted and needed.
I don’t understand why most people insist on telling me to “move on” and that “there are plenty of fish in the sea” and other cliché nonsense like this. I am aware of this. I know I could get someone else.
Why do people not understand that I don’t want to find anyone else? Who could ever compare to her? She was not perfect. No one is. But she made me happy. For the first time in my life I knew what it was like to feel happy.
Why do people assume that it is love I’m missing or seeking? Or intimacy and companionship? The simple answer is this: I miss her love, her intimacy and her companionship. Those feelings belong to her and only her. No one else.
I can’t stop loving her and wanting to be with her. It’s the only thing I think about every second of every day. And yet I know I will never see her ever again. I’m stuck in this position forever.
Without the possibility of happiness and joy, what is the purpose of life? What is the meaning? Pointless and useless. The will to live is gone. My time is coming to an end. I can feel it.