Let's say you have a boyfriend....What happens if he dies? Will you ever be able to get over him? I thought about that because of my ex boyfriends. I got over them, I don't love them anymore. But what would've happened if I lost one of them through death? The other reason I thought about that was a rampage near my hometown, where a stutent killed lots of people. At least one boy lost his girlfriend there and it made me wonder about if he will ever be able to get over her.

So, here's the story...

I always used to wonder about love; what it is; where it comes from, why it disappears. A lot of questions and no answers. A lot of times I thought I figured it out, but I guess I never did. By now I accepted the fact that no one could tell where love comes from, whether it's a feeling or just some hormonal reaction and why it disappears. I accepted it and don't wonder about it anymore. But there's one thing I'll always wonder about.

How does death effect love? What happens if your love dies? Will you never stop loving that person, even if it wasn't your true love? Is it the same as if your love simply walked away and left you, just less fatal?

In a lot of movies, in fact in almost every, the couple ends up together, all happy and perfect. But what is with the ones who lost their love through death? What happens to them?

Well, I can tell you what happened to me when I lost my love. Let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Angela Weber, I'm 43 years old and still single.

It's been twenty years, three months, one week, five days, six hours and thirty three minutes since I lost my love.

His name was Ben Cheney and were a couple since High School. I had a huge crush on him before we got together, but he was scared of what the others might say because I was so much taller than he was. After a while he apparently got over it and asked me out. Since then we were inseparable and one year after graduating from College we married. The time I had with Ben was amazing, the most perfect time of my whole life.

I didn't have much time with him, though. Five months after our marriage he died in an awful car accident, involving two drunk teens and him and leaving me all alone and desperate. After the police told me what happened, I moved back into my old room at my father's house. For one year I refused to go out, to eat properly, to speak to anyone. I was a mess.

But then I gathered enough strength to get up and move on. I moved back into the house Ben and I had bought right after college, due to our amazing friends Bella and Edward Cullen, who had lend us the money. I started to spent more time with my friends, got a new job and even went out once in a while. But I couldn't get over Ben. All the time my thoughts flickered back to him, causing me so much pain. I tried to love somebody else, but I couldn't. I always ended up crying over him.

You see, I can really tell you now how death affects love.

When your love dies, you'll never be able to get over it. You can move on, trying to find someone else, but everytime you think you found someone you just end up pushing this person away, because you still love your lost love too much. You know that you can never stop loving him, simply because death took him describe it in one short sentence:

The loss of your love through death is like a dead end without the chance to turn around.