You were in my chart. The stars predicted your return. At a time when I was skeptical about the natal chart reading for the month that I got from Sparkles, you messaged me. I’m not sure what prompted you to ask me to trade, but just like that, you were back in my inbox again. No prior contact. No soc med connections. I do not even know your phone or email address. And suddenly, my mind was filled with what ifs. What if this was the time God had made for us? What if He really wanted us to be together? As much as I was afraid to admit it, I had hope. (Although as Bane implied in The Dark Knight Rises, hope poisons the soul. Hahaha) Little did you know that it was a season when everything felt grey. So when you made me laugh with that familiar dry humor you’ve always had, it was the first time in a long while that I genuinely smiled. I never told you this because it is too dramatic, but you came back during a time when I was so lonely. For months, I couldn’t even taste the food I was...
I thanked God for you because it took so long before He gave me you. Little did I know how short our forever could be. I spoke proudly of your strength, both physical and emotional, and after years of standing on my own, I finally allowed myself to rely on someone else. You were my safe place, my proof that independence did not mean being alone. We were only given three years and 9 months together, 1397 days to be exact. Just ten percent of your life overlapped with mine, yet it felt complete. Our time was right. We were a match. We laughed every day, and even our disagreements reflected the depth of our love. What we had was real, imperfect, and full—and that is what makes the loss unbearable. There were faults in you as a partner, but as a father, you were everything. Now our child will grow up without you, carrying a love he will never fully remember, and a loss he will always feel. In this, my heart returns to the same question again and again—not out of anger, but out of...