I've been thinking about this for days. I waited until the last minute to do holiday shopping because of him. You know, that 1 from the not so distant past. But there he was all 5 feet 11 inches tall of him. I loved him with all that I was. Saw him thru addiction recovery twice, his parents saw me as their daughter, and he even asked me to have his child. A year ago he came home from rehab. Within 2 weeks we fizzled down to friends only. There's stuff in between. But how does 1 get past that kind of loss? Ladies n guys please chime in. Thanks.