"There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me." (Gretchen Kemp)

I want somebody to share, share the rest of my life

Share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details

Someone who'll stand by my side and give me support

And in return she'll get my support



She will listen to me when I want to speak

About the world we live in and life in general



Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted

She'll hear…

It's strange - even though she was almost 5000km away from me for the last 3 years, I feel her absence every day.  I never realized how much she was still a part of me until she was taken from me.  Now all I have are too few memories and too many regrets.

Because of my "unique" circumstances, I've had to largely suffer my pain alone - nobody wants to hear how you're mourning the woman you had an affair with, or how you're regretting abandoning her on the other side of the country.

Because of this, I've learned a few things about handling grief alone.  I don't recommend it, and I don't claim to have all the answers.  But, if someone else is going through this, maybe my observations can be of assistance.

First, you're going to…