On the uptown train today, I saw a little girl. She could have been our child. She was just a little darker than me, lighter than you. She had hair like mine. My eyes; your nose. Your lips too, just not as pronounced. And for just a second, I imagined what life would have been like if we’d walked down that path. As beautiful as that little girl was… I realized I was glad we hadn’t.
I love you, but I think I'm finally ready to let you go.
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