It was a long time illness, a type of blood cancer he'd had for the last five years.
Thanks all for your symphaties.
It's been nearly two weeks since he passed away, and sometimes it actually feels like it's been months, or years even.
That scares me a bit, as I feel that I should still be mourning a lot more than I am, and that the memory of him is fading away just too fast.
I still often get tears in my eyes in most unexpected times and places, but there are days I feel almost "normal" and even "happy".
I did love him dearly, and despite his illness the years with him were the best of my life.
We both knew this day would come sooner or later.
I think I and him were already prepared for that day and had talked things through, so there remained no unfinished thoughts or acts that I should've said or done to him before he left.
Funny thing is, I often feel truly sorry for him that he won't now be able to see and experience all the nice things in life, like our newly equipped home theater setup I just got finished while he was at hospital, and that he so waited to see... but that's absurd because, well, he's dead so why would he care now. I guess it's ultimately because I myself don't right now feel like enjoying those things that were our common hobbies, so it's just part of the longing.
So, I'm ok. Better than I thought I'd be. I know there'll be sad days ahead and it'll be long before I'm all okay, but... as cliched as it sounds... that's how life is.
london-boy, you have all the right in the world to feel sad (or not) for your break up with your bf, the losses we have to face are all personal and relative to one's situation in life after all. And sorry for my earlier comment, that was uncalled for.