I'm a 30 year old woman and I dated my 47 year old uncle. He was the best man ever and I still miss him.

Rude title. Apologies if it's not allowed but this story needs to be told.<br><br>I'm 30 years old and at the time I was 25. I'm still an emotional wreck over this whole ordeal and I still miss him terribly.<br><br>My uncle Steve was my 47 year old uncle. Some people have things in common. It's the reason I'm so attracted to him. Some people have a similar face. We looked nothing alike, at first glance. It's just that he had some of the most attractive eyes I had ever seen. Everyone always thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend when they saw us.<br><br>We both had complimenting personalities. Both are outgoing, confident, very intelligent, and very funny. I always admired him. Everyone admired him. I admired him, he admired me. I'm no supermodel but I'm very pretty. No flaws.<br><br>We went to many venues and had a blast. We drank, we ate, we laughed. Many people were jealous of us. Some people even thought we were hidden siblings.<br><br>We both were very curious. We would always ask questions. I asked him if he ever fantasized about me. He said yes. I said I fantasized about him too. <br><br>I remember the first time. He gave me my first kiss. It was my first kiss, ever. I had never kissed anyone but he was the first man to kiss me. We got drunk, and I got naked in his bed. I woke up around 3 am and he was caressing my hair. He was telling me how beautiful I am, how he loves me, how he's the luckiest man alive to have a niece like me. So I decided to give him a memory. I decided to give him my virginity. He got turned on so fast, threw off his boxers and, well I guess you get the idea. <br><br>We went on for about a year. He gave me the best sex, the best memories. I never wanted to break up with him. I never wanted to feel another man inside me. I never wanted to be away from him. <br><br>Then he died. He drowned. He was fishing and drowned. I was overseas when it happened so I didn't learn until 10 days after he died. I was in a mental breakdown. I was crying for almost 3 months. I'm still heartbroken about it. I still sob. I never thought my first love would leave so early. He was the love of my life. He taught me how to drive. He taught me how to play basketball. He taught me how to bake. He's the reason I still bake. I still bake because he taught me.<br><br>That's the reason I'm so sad at home. I wish I could find someone like him, just not related to me. I hope I can find him soon. I still miss him so much. His face. His smile. His eyes. Oh, those eyes. You can't find anyone like that.<br><br>So if you think that you're in the wrong for dating your family, just remember. He was the love of my life.<br><br>Edit: I removed the pic of us. It's private. But you can still find us on Facebook