Hey Shivers,
I was at my best friend's wedding two months ago, and the (over 30 years divorced) father of my friend stepped up to me, looked at his ex-wife and said to me: "The woman standing there is still, after all this time, the woman of my life". The really crooked thing is that HE was the one that left her because he was (as I see it) too immature to 'settle' for family life. Of course she's been together with another man for 20 years now, being generally happy, and he's still riding around on motorbikes, going out and meeting the sort of women you mostly meet in bars and clubs. Not to generalise, but he's not been able to build a steady relationship.
But I digress. Not being able to let go a hundred percent.. A good old friend I ran into asked me how my girlfriend and I were doing. Alas, I had to tell him how she'd blown up the relationship as only an HPD can. He proceeded to tell me how he'd been with a girl with issues for five years, and how now, five years later, he's together with another girl, not with as much passion, but they're really happy together, they've got two wonderful kids, and life is good. He too said: "My ex was the love of my life, but we just didn't make eachother happy".
The sentiment for one ex-partner who meant the world to you once that never fades away seems to a recurring theme. This frightens me. Maybe I'm aiming to high, maybe I have overly romantic notions of 'the one', encompassing ALL the traits I look for in a woman (so simultaneously as outrageously sexy, sexual, gorgeous and sensual as my HPD-ex - even though I think that this type of wild sexuality is almost only possible in personality disordered people - and at the same time responsible, sweet, mature, loving and caring, and artistic, and intelligent etc... >> big shoes to fill!!

) but I really don't want to live like these people, along the lines of "Welll, THAT was the love of my life, but you know, life's quiter and easier now, and it's alright enough for me."
Wisernow, I've grown really fond of you and your posts over the two months I've been visiting this forum, but sometimes I too am amazed at how spiteful and intense some of your remarks are, even after 40 years... Maybe you should take some time to think about how much you really are over her. Maybe not. I don't pretend to know how others feel. But I did notice the way you still write about her 40 years later.
Like I said: I hope there will be NO room for even a tiny splinter of her in my heart in a couple of years, especially when I'm with a family of my own (and a really loving partner), but I must say I'm afraid. Even the typical question from a new female partner "Was she more beautiful than me???" will be a struggle for me. I am by nature and principle extremely honest, so I do not know how I'll tackle this one.
More later: busy day at work.