The First Night Alone After A Long Relationship Ends

I'm still getting used to the silence. It's been years since I've slept alone in this bed. Last night was our anniversary, and she decided it was time for us to part ways after all these years together. We both had a lot of fun and memorable moments, but now we're at odds with each other’s changing desires and expectations. Tonight, as I lay here on my own, the emptiness in this room feels like an echo of what's missing inside me. Before bed, I gave into the need to touch myself for the first time in a long while, I felt strange, indulging in something that once we did together so easily. As I closed my eyes and let my fingers explore my body, every sensation was amplified by the memories of us, skin against skin, breaths mixing as one. My hand moved over my lips, then down to where her touch used to be most intimate and familiar, guiding me through motions that felt both new and nostalgic at once. Each stroke brought a mix of comfort and sorrow, there’s an ache I can’t seem to satisfy on my own. This isn't just about the physical act; it's about a connection that has been lost. Am I overthinking this? Is it normal to feel such a strong pull toward the past in such specific ways, even when it feels impossible now? What advice do you have for moving forward?