Anonymous wrote:Long story short - he was the love of my life and without a doubt 'the one,' but I couldn't be with him because of so, so many circumstances. I was young (20-ish) when we met and we had a whirlwind but enduring romance for the few years it lasted. I am decades older now. Found out recently that he passed away some months ago. The death notice indicates a partner by first name only. I want reach out to thank her for loving him and to share with her that we have a common bond. Have no clue if this is even possible given only a first name at a great distance away with virtually no internet footprint. I am heartbroken. But I don't understand why. For someone who hasn't been in my life in many, many, many years? Mourning what I secretly hoped could have been? For the possibility that one day our paths may have again crossed? Because it drives home the realization that time is short? Because he really was the one that got away? I am surprised at my reaction and cannot lift the funk this news has left me in. Can anyone relate or have words of wisdom to share?
I’m sorry for your loss. I certainly have an ex I feel this way about, and against what seems to be the great weight of the feeling here, I think it’s is ok to reach out to an ex of this nature, if done respectfully and with no agenda, to check in from time to time. During life. But that window closed for you. His partner is a stranger to you, dealing with unimaginable pain and loss, and you would be betraying both your feelings for him and what you had together if you did anything that added to the partner’s pain, which this would surely do. It would be different if you knew each other, but you don’t.
As for your feelings,I get them. We are all supposed to pretend that feelings end at the end of a relationship, but in my experience for those you truly loved, they never really end. So a person you love is gone, and it’s an indefensible feature of the universe that such a person can be gone. But I would suggest to that the intensity of your grief now is bound up in the loss of youth, an awareness of the many paths that could have been but weren’t, and the many people you could have been happy with. It’s also a tragedy that we only get to choose one life.
The best expression of this I have seen comes from Joan Didion: “we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.”