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I thought about it
how you would be if you had a child.
I could imagine me
being in a hospital bed
drenched with sweat from labor
and you holding our baby girl.
A child that we had worked to create.
You smiled,
your whole world would be wrapped around her;
taking care of her
creating the best world for her.
But that image quickly changed
because I know there's always the possibility
that it won't be how I pictured.
You'll end up with a girl,
a lady,
who's better than me in all the ways that I wish I could be.
But I still see you
in a hospital room
holding a baby in your arms and smiling
because that is the most precious thing to you.
And that's okay,
because it means you're happy with
someone that isn't me.
But you're happy,
and that's the best part of it all.