My husband, my soulmate, my world passed away in May this year. He was just 39. I'm 42.
To say I miss him not nearly explaining how much. He's my everything. My every thought. Night times are the worst. I've not moved any of his belongings. I just can't accept it. I miss his voice, mannerisms, his smell, his look, his touch. His touch was electric. We were a highly sexed couple that was compatible in every way. I never knew it was even possible to feel like the way he made me feel. A lot of it was because our love was so strong. He could just look at me and I'd be needing him. Neither of us would ever say no. He was just perfect. We would hold hands on bed watching TV. Couldn't shower without the other being there to talk to the other. Besides work, we spent all our time together. It was just a dream.
I miss his kisses, his touch, the feelings we have one another, the joy, the laughs, the cuddles, the bum squeezes /pats. The boob pinches and jiggling when he would walk by me. How I would come home on my dinner break from work, if he was standing at the doorway I knew he was ready and we'd have a quicky. The list is so long. To match to someone mentally, physically and emotionally so perfectly is hard to find. Obviously I miss all the normal life things but the intimacy between us was OUR love for one another that no one saw. It was our thing. How do I honestly move forward? Everyone says to me to not write myself off, but I just can't and don't want to let go of my husband. It's like I'm waiting for him to come home all the time. I've not even change his pillowcases yet. To go from intimacy everyday in some form, to nothing. It's just so lonely. What I would do to have him next to me again. I'm absolutely broken beyond repair. My heart literally hurts. I cry at every opportunity I can to have the release. How do I cope with the loneliness?