I come here more often now.
It's always the same.
Peaceful. Quiet. Birds chirping. Breeze running through the trees, making the leaves shake.
I don't like it here.
Sometimes I want to dig you up and take you with me.
Sounds crazy, huh.
I can sit here for so long and just imagine my life with you. Your first Halloween, thanksgiving, Christmas.
Christmas......I have 3mth onesies hanging in the closet still. Two of them.
Then I imagine, years down the road, you running into my arms, calling me "mommy".
Missing you isn't even the word.
You are a missing piece of me.
You are missing from my life.
My life will never be the same.
I will never be the same.
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