I know what it's like to not have you. Not just for a weekend, a couple weeks, almost a year I missed out on your life. I did the best that I could to see you again, to help you remember what we had. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't see you again.
Think about it.
I do not know what I would do if I could not see you again.
I truly do not.
But baby.. No. Not baby. My "big boy.."
I can't stop treating you as if I'm never going to see you again. That, in itself is a sign of weakness. As if I'm not sure enough I will always have you. I say this to myself a lot.
'You won't know strength if I am unable to show you it.'
& my (heart)beat goes on.