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I think of you everyday. I barely even knew you - just 3 weeks - but you made a permanent mark on me.
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like. Or what it would be like now. Me and you. You and me. I would have made it work. My family would have made it work. And I know I would have been happy - scared, absolutely - but so happy.
My life would be completely different right now. Total 180. But I can't help but always think it would have been good.
I try to think that it wasn't the right time, wasn't the right guy, and that what happened happened for a reason. A good reason. But that still doesn't stop me from missing you. From wondering the what ifs.
October 8th came and went. I barely slept or ate. But I guess I needed to mourn, since I kind of haven't really done it at all.
I just want you to know you were loved. I was desperately scared, but I certainly loved you. And that I still constantly wonder what it would have been like to hold you in my arms.
That's it. Happy October.
An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby’s birth, then whispered as she closed the book, “too beautiful for earth.”
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like. Or what it would be like now. Me and you. You and me. I would have made it work. My family would have made it work. And I know I would have been happy - scared, absolutely - but so happy.
My life would be completely different right now. Total 180. But I can't help but always think it would have been good.
I try to think that it wasn't the right time, wasn't the right guy, and that what happened happened for a reason. A good reason. But that still doesn't stop me from missing you. From wondering the what ifs.
October 8th came and went. I barely slept or ate. But I guess I needed to mourn, since I kind of haven't really done it at all.
I just want you to know you were loved. I was desperately scared, but I certainly loved you. And that I still constantly wonder what it would have been like to hold you in my arms.
That's it. Happy October.
An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby’s birth, then whispered as she closed the book, “too beautiful for earth.”