he was almost ours. we were almost three. they say everything happens for a reason. ‘they’ were not forced to watch from a distance what might have been. ‘they’ did not have to ache for what would never be.
now my breath catches when i think of him. my heart is soft and my eyes tear. there is a softness reserved for only him.
we are two and will always be. we are strong and true. we are in the now with memories of him and who he now is. xo