Easter weekend, I (31M) lost my fiancée (28F) to an overdose. She relapsed after nearly two years while visiting her family. In just hours, I lost everything that mattered—her, our plans, and the life we were building together. Her 5-year-old son, who she adored, is now living with his grandmother over six hours away. Her dog was sent to a shelter because my apartment doesn’t allow pets. I stayed with her and her son 99% of the time for the past year, and now, I’m back in my apartment, which feels so strange after being with them for so long. I miss the little things—cooking for three, bath time, bedtime hugs, and even just walking the dog. I miss her voice, her laughter, and the future we planned. It’s a harsh reminder that life can change in an instant. Please, don’t go to bed angry. Don’t leave each other without making up. Say “I love you” often and live in the moment. You never know when it might be your last. She used to say, “Why the rush? We have our whole lives.” Now, I realize how true that is. Don’t wait—live every day to the fullest. #Loss #Heartbreak #CherishTheMoment #LoveAndLoss #Gratitude #RomanticRelationships