Write a letter to anyone about anything.
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Dear…
I don’t even know who to address this to as I never saw your face. I guess we would have called you Silva or Delia but we never got a chance to choose. We had only just learned about you when…you were taken from us. I have always been haunted by what you might have looked like or what it would have been to hold you for the first time. I guess that was never to be. I had always imagined you with my sandy hair and your father’s blue eyes; a little girl with too short a temper and too much heart. Many years have passed and I have not forgotten you or your father whom I lost not long after. My body was still recovering from the pain and my hearts still torn from losing you when I held his lifeless body in my arms. So much was lost in those months. So much time in the night we spent talking about you. What he and I would have given to keep you safe after it was too late.
I had always blamed one man for your death but I have come to learn since that he had nothing to do with it. I don’t know who was responsible and that plagues me as much as never seeing your face. It is just nearing ten years since I first felt you move and I have never forgotten that feeling of completeness (Even if your father did panic). We even felt your joy for a few moments when life allowed us to slow down. I don’t know if that has made it easier or harder to be without you all these years. I suppose the human adage “Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.” is the truth. I treasure every moment of your existence despite the heartbreak that I feel.
I love you, my little secret,
Mum Lady Adira
Crossposted to theatrical_muse
Dear…
I don’t even know who to address this to as I never saw your face. I guess we would have called you Silva or Delia but we never got a chance to choose. We had only just learned about you when…you were taken from us. I have always been haunted by what you might have looked like or what it would have been to hold you for the first time. I guess that was never to be. I had always imagined you with my sandy hair and your father’s blue eyes; a little girl with too short a temper and too much heart. Many years have passed and I have not forgotten you or your father whom I lost not long after. My body was still recovering from the pain and my hearts still torn from losing you when I held his lifeless body in my arms. So much was lost in those months. So much time in the night we spent talking about you. What he and I would have given to keep you safe after it was too late.
I had always blamed one man for your death but I have come to learn since that he had nothing to do with it. I don’t know who was responsible and that plagues me as much as never seeing your face. It is just nearing ten years since I first felt you move and I have never forgotten that feeling of completeness (Even if your father did panic). We even felt your joy for a few moments when life allowed us to slow down. I don’t know if that has made it easier or harder to be without you all these years. I suppose the human adage “Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.” is the truth. I treasure every moment of your existence despite the heartbreak that I feel.
I love you, my little secret,
Mum Lady Adira
Crossposted to theatrical_muse