At forty,
the doctor told me you were depressed. I can't blame you about this though, I understood. But you can't be like this you know. Delilah and Avery didn't know yet about life. They were too little for you to abandon. You still had me, remember? I know, I know my presence here somewhat would never be enough to replace the missing piece of Caroline in your heart. But please, stop taking those antidepressant because I was also depressed knowing that you'd never be your old self. I missed you, you know.
I missed you too bad I just wished you knew that.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
