I never got to meet you. That was a choice that I made. But I wonder about you. Who would you have been? How would you have changed me? I mean you already have. You might already be here, or you could have made me wait. Either way, I’ll never know. You will always be my what if.
What if I had been braver? Believed I could do it on my own, believed I could have been enough for you.
But I knew the truth. I’m not enough.
You deserved better than you would have got. That’s how I justify my choice. I’m sorry little one. I wanted you, I just wasn’t brave enough to have you. And now I will always wonder; did I make the right choice?
If I was gonna lose him anyway, did I need to lose you too?
















