It’s been eight months today since I lost my soulmate. I still miss everything about him – his smile, his jokes, his hugs, and more… And still, somehow, I have managed to live on this planet eight months without him. I feel sad that I haven’t seen him in eight months, and believe it or not, a little relieved that I have managed to make it this far. I’m not sure how I’ve done it. His absence has left a huge hole in my life that is always with me, all the time, every day. But I still manage to keep going, despite that hole. And it is getting easier, at least most of the time. I don’t know how to explain it. I can’t shake the lingering absence, but maybe I am making room for it in my life.