It’s been so long. I should be better.
I realize now, that he was my comfort in life. I still love him, and I feel his love for me, but he can’t comfort me in this loss.
My time with him was the only time in my life when I felt comfortable being myself. He knew me and loved me, and let me be. I lost my husband, my lover, my best friend, and somehow I’m going on, but I don’t know how to go back to life without comfort. It is terrifying.
