It's a process, I think, if you actually love a person, to go on without them, even if you know it's best. I had only been with him two years, so it was probably quite different. He was the first man I ever courted, and a friend for many years before he was a lover, though, and very dear to me for it.

I think for me the main thing was dealing with the fact that I couldn't just up and stop loving him. I had to come to terms with the fact that love doesn't just go away.

To be honest, I was getting married to a good, kind, wonderful man about a year after. Through my loss I learned things, and I don't think I'd have the wonderful husband I have now without going through those things.