I don’t know why i’m such a dick head to my other half.
Elvis Presley, 1956
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I haven’t talked to you since too long ago. And I should have, I should have - I was told the damage I had done was temporarily irreparable. So I aloud time to pass, and for myself to grow. To develop responsibility, reliability, empathy, and even the slightest bit of selflessness to be a real friend to you. To be a real friend to anyone, but especially to you.
When missing you and our memories became too strong I write a letter to you, imagining that I will give it to you one day.
But I don’t know how to begin this letter.
I just found out you’re six months pregnant,
And I don’t know what to write. But I can picture you -beautiful and scared shitless.
I should have been there when the pregnancy test read possitive. I should have been there when you decided to give birth to the child. I should have been then when you started to show, and had to buy new clothes. I should have been there when you found out if I is a Boy or a Girl. I should have been there listening to all your fears and excitement and doubts and moments of clarity.
I don’t know how to write this next letter, the word ‘sorry’ feels empty.
I hope you’re happy today, Kayla.
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Ferret (by 1ShiningMoon)
