This is first story I read late this morning when I hardly felt like getting out of bed. The story got me out of bed. I was touched not so much by the empathic depiction of a man longing for a dead wife than by its juxtaposition with your reminiscence of your lost boyfriend. Your choice of words felt like you were depicting the circumstances of my own painful and unforgettable separation from a girlfriend in Toronto long ago. Please continue to write.