‎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.

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