I met my wife when I was 17. We married when I was 22,
I met my wife when I was 17. We married when I was 22,
and we were very happy until she died when I was 60. She was only 59.
I loved her utterly, and that initial, crazy, intense phase (it's called "limerence" I think) didn't leave. It was an extreme experience being married to her, and I loved every second of it, and everything about her. I swear she even sweated perfume, or that’s how it seemed to me. We had three happy children and we both had good careers, but were very focussed on each other.
Life without her is obviously sad and I miss her every day, but I had something not everyone has, and for that I am grateful. I'm still in love with her, ten years after she died.