Love is dead

Well, a part has died. After a 20 year search, I just heard from a fellow lover of yet another recipient of 8 years of my unrequited love, she died a month ago, and only 43. I fell in love with her after a day or so, she was special then, and the photo he showed me indicated she hadn't changed in all that time, and maybe got even better. She died of a long illness, but not only was sure God existed, but after a near death experience returned knowing everything is love, the rest is an illusion.

The messenger had never even met her, and fell in love with her just as I had, even though by then she was married and the opposite side of the world. But her power worked at any distance. I was lucky enough to have kissed her a number of times, and it may have been the best I remember. We couldn't even stop the first time it was so good. But I wasn't her type and that was it, but attraction on my part kept us close until she got engaged 8 years later. And 20 years later somehow someone saw her first name on my blog and wondered, with such an unusual name, if it was her. I in London, he in California and her in Hong Kong. Brought together by literally one written word on the internet, I told him her first 20 or so years, he told me her second, and between us we created the whole picture. And he didn't look for more on her until she'd died so though I found what I wanted to know, we were never reunited while we could have been. But living so far now we couldn't have met, and maybe her memories of me weren't as rose coloured as mine of her. After all, she married someone else with me by her side for 8 years whatever else happpened in both our lives.

But the messages I needed were given to me, she had no doubt both were true, and maybe they are.

edited to include her website and
her picture
I think she'd be happy to share her story under the circumstances.
You want to know my type? Here she is!