Thanks for the replies. It means a lot. I've been all over the place the last few days and haven't really been up to responding. I feel like half of me is gone and it's just draining. I keep coming back to this:
16 years is a long damn time to be so deeply connected to someone, only for it to suddenly be ripped away. Memories keep flooding in. Every story I wrote, she was my first reader. I am bad about procrastinating, and she'd tell me to get off my ass, and to try even harder. A lot of what I've written is just as much hers as it is mine. I suppose--and I never realized this until the last few days--I was never in a serious relationship because she WAS my serious relationship. We were friends. We were lovers. And it's over.
16 years is a long damn time to be so deeply connected to someone, only for it to suddenly be ripped away. Memories keep flooding in. Every story I wrote, she was my first reader. I am bad about procrastinating, and she'd tell me to get off my ass, and to try even harder. A lot of what I've written is just as much hers as it is mine. I suppose--and I never realized this until the last few days--I was never in a serious relationship because she WAS my serious relationship. We were friends. We were lovers. And it's over.