I miss you

Years ago, around this time of year, I lost you.

You were a precious light, and I wanted so much to meet you.

I didn’t get to know you, and I hate it.

You were going to be my precious little one.

We were going to be together until you grew up and moved away.

Yeah, I might not have ended up being a good parent, but I was going to do my best. That’s the best anyone can do, after all.

I love you, even still.

You and your siblings.

I miss all of you.

I wanted to meet each and every one of you, even though it terrified me to think of telling of your existence.

Your existence was the proof of evils in the world, but you were pure lights.

I hate losing you.

-Rosalie