I fell apart doing hip openers and shavasana. I haven't stopped crying.
I miss him so much. Despite the painful parts, he loved me so well and so deeply, easily matching my intensity. I often think that kind of match for me will be hard, if not impossible to find again whenever I'm ready for another relationship.
"Our final embrace, you won't turn, I won't chase... "
"I'm sorry, baby. You were the sun and the moon to me. I'll never get over you, you'll never get over me."
I'm so so sad. We put our whole hearts and souls into each other.
It hurts so badly.