Wow. I've been in those shoes before. Mine was a death, but the feelings were still sorta the same. I literally felt like I wasn't attatched to my body for about a week. That was in 1993 and I spent about a year thinking that, in my 20's, that my life was over. No more Mark, no more life.
But I kept on living. Week to week. And then I started to think about people I knew in that "special" kinda way.
I started to date a little bit. Nothing too exciting. Then I met a guy who was different from the others. Anyway, long story short.... We got married 15 days ago. I never would have been able to imagine the possibility that I'd recover from the loss. Let alone find someone equally wonderful to share the rest of my life with.
I don't know if you can hear it yet, but your life will go on. You will get over it. You will find a way to move past it and you will find a completely new and different life somewhere out there. Don't let it destroy you before you get there.