Bridge to Tabitha
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I think, if you remember someone from a past life, it's for a reason.
I'm going to share my PL memories here, it's nice to let it all out. They mostly came to me in dreams. Generally the same dream, but with more details. I apologize if this is formatted weird, it's kind of directed at the one I lost? I wrote this a little while back.
We were dumb and in love. I believe I was 16 and you were 18 when I first got pregnant. Something like that, anyway. In second trimester, I miscarried, and became extremely depressed for a while.
Nonetheless, you stayed by my side. I got through it, even though there were still some rough days.
Eventually, you had go serve in the war. I don't know which one. Before you left, I fell pregnant again. We were overjoyed, because we thought I couldn't.
I lost it again. I was alone, as you still hadn't come back, and terrified. You were so happy, and so was I. I had to deal with the loss of my second child alone, and the fear you'd leave me because of my trouble bearing a child.
And then you came back. This is my favourite part. This is what the dreams were centered around, and sometimes it was just this. Me waiting for you to come back, and rushing to you when I saw you. I can't explain how happy I was.
You were home for a while, I fell pregnant again and you wanted to stay with me this time. To be there for me. There was less food, but we were happy. We did the best with what we could, and tried to live every day to the fullest.
You had to leave again, not as long this time. Back to the war. This time, I was sure everything would be fine. I made it to third trimester.
Someone told me you were killed in action. I was devastated. I mourned the loss of you every waking second. My third, was stillborn.
Not long after that, I gave up on life. I blamed myself for the loss of your child, probably because of the stress. And I killed myself.
I believe this was real. I believe he was real. The loss I feel sometimes, when I see someone that looks familiar, tells me so.
It doesn't plague me, the loss of you, but I still think about it sometimes.
What a nice little tragedy we had, huh?
Even if all I remember was you, and that in which involved you.
I'm going to share my PL memories here, it's nice to let it all out. They mostly came to me in dreams. Generally the same dream, but with more details. I apologize if this is formatted weird, it's kind of directed at the one I lost? I wrote this a little while back.
We were dumb and in love. I believe I was 16 and you were 18 when I first got pregnant. Something like that, anyway. In second trimester, I miscarried, and became extremely depressed for a while.
Nonetheless, you stayed by my side. I got through it, even though there were still some rough days.
Eventually, you had go serve in the war. I don't know which one. Before you left, I fell pregnant again. We were overjoyed, because we thought I couldn't.
I lost it again. I was alone, as you still hadn't come back, and terrified. You were so happy, and so was I. I had to deal with the loss of my second child alone, and the fear you'd leave me because of my trouble bearing a child.
And then you came back. This is my favourite part. This is what the dreams were centered around, and sometimes it was just this. Me waiting for you to come back, and rushing to you when I saw you. I can't explain how happy I was.
You were home for a while, I fell pregnant again and you wanted to stay with me this time. To be there for me. There was less food, but we were happy. We did the best with what we could, and tried to live every day to the fullest.
You had to leave again, not as long this time. Back to the war. This time, I was sure everything would be fine. I made it to third trimester.
Someone told me you were killed in action. I was devastated. I mourned the loss of you every waking second. My third, was stillborn.
Not long after that, I gave up on life. I blamed myself for the loss of your child, probably because of the stress. And I killed myself.
I believe this was real. I believe he was real. The loss I feel sometimes, when I see someone that looks familiar, tells me so.
It doesn't plague me, the loss of you, but I still think about it sometimes.
What a nice little tragedy we had, huh?
Even if all I remember was you, and that in which involved you.