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Dear Baby,
If I could take it back I would. Saying I’m sorry will never change what I’ve done. I really am sorry, but apologizing makes me feel disgusting inside. “I’m sorry” will never be enough. I lose sleep every night thinking about you. I wish that I could hold you. I wish that I could hold your tiny hand in mine. I wish that I could see your face and make memories with you, but I can’t. It will never happen.
Somewhere along the path of my life I developed this mentality that I needed to be different. I believed that my success was measured by my performance in the classroom or workplace. I was out to please others. I was always cautious not to let anyone down. I felt that the only way I could ever make something more of myself was by never making any mistakes. …I didn’t realize that you were a blessing and not a mistake until it was too late. You could have been my greatest accomplishemnt. You could have been the greatest motivation I’d ever need, instead I took care of you without thinking things through.
I know that no one should spend their life dealing with regret. I know that everything happens for a reason. I know that things happen and we’re stronger because of them. But really all I want to know is what it would have felt like to hold you. I wish I had known how much I would hurt once it was all over.
I know people do this all the time, and I believe everyone has a choice, but you… my tiny little baby… you were a blessing and I just hope that in heaven you understand what I did and when we meet there I can hold you.
Thinking about what might have been is just as painful as dealing with what is.
I need to get through this. I will get through this.
Forgive me. I Love You.
Love,
Alice
