To my Unborn Child,
I will always love you as sure as sunrise. Even when my hormones drop back to livable conditions will my thoughts be filled with the closest of hugs we share, will my eyes tear up at the thought of you not connected to me. You should know all this, because the only way I can see my life is in the light of you, and this moment.
In the next few hours, something terrible is going to happen. I am going to let you go. And you, my dear sweet you, shall never be a rosy cheeked, giddy child, but instead my little angel. Your first shoes, I bought you, will be sold to Goodwill, never worn. And throughout all this there won’t be a moment where I won’t blame myself, ever wondering how you could forgive me.
But you should know, my angel, I wouldn’t have been able to give you the life you deserved. Your grandma and grandpa would have thrown us out on the street. Making you feel like a burden or maybe even wish you were never born, would have been more than I co