It's the little things I miss. The feel of a woman's hand on my arm, her nails on my back. The feel of her ass in my hand. My wife passed away three years ago, barely into her 30s. I just can't bring myself to look at another woman. She was my friend, my lover, my soulmate. Cancer sucks.
I wandered around in a haze the first year. The second year was only slightly better. My divorced and single friends kept encouraging me to go to the bar with them, I even tried a couple of times, but the singles scene just wasn't my thing. A couple of women I ran across at work also tried to get me to go out, but my heart wasn't in it. Nobody could ever be what my wife had been to me
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age | 35 | |
| Location | Australia, Victoria, Melbourne | |
| 🌈 Sexuality | Straight | |
