Every one has an opinion about how i need to deal with this loss. Everyone thinking with my best interest in mind. Today, you are 16 months 17 days old. You are not of age yet to have my best interest in mind. Is that why you are the love of my life? A child young enough to not overthink. Over-play. Over-intelectualize grace.
When I held you for the very first time, nobody knew but in our first glance we made a pact. A secret pact to never surrender in front of the gravitational pull of this world. When the world would deny us space and pull, I would push you and you would push me, outside. To be together. To be father and son. To be one.
That time is to come, my baby. My baby; fragile, unegotistical mirror image of my mind.
Noah. Sweetheart! You are miles away in a different city. Can you feel me holding you tight? I am. I always will be holding you. Tight.
………………………………………………………..
Leave a comment