Annual Pain

Here it is again, mid September. I died seven years ago around this time and every year I have to deal with it again.

It's weired to think that seven years ago I completed my life's mission and was ready to move on to something else. I stayed because "The Other" asked me to. Sure there were lots of good reasons, but the one that tipped the balance was "The Other" asking me to stay. It's like I've been on a seven year sabatical, a vacation if you will for seven years. And now the reason I stayed isn't even here. The past six years he has been here when the annual stuff hits. He always had just the right thing to say, just the right hug and he always made me glad I stayed. I miss him. Life has almost returned to normal. I function and spend the majority of my time happy but his presence still lingers with me. I still hurt at the thought of not feeling his hugs.
I feel like I'm healing faster than the average person. I account this to the fact "The Other" really loved me. I was without a doubt the love of his life and I feel very much like he gave part of his soul to keep me here. I'll treasure that piece I have.

"The One" and I have put in a ton of work lately. It will continue far into next week. We had a wonderful working vacation and I fear it will be a while before we are able to catch up on our sleep. He's been wonderfully hard working, and wonderful at taking time for fun too. He makes me feel so loved.

Just before "The One" and I left for vacation I came across an online article on borderline personalities and I found it erily remanicent of the lady I've mentioned in the last few posts. I shared it "The One" and he agreed. Not sure what to make of it. Speaking of said lady, she is all jumping to conclusions again.