Unfinished Works

"I love you. Always."

“Hi. My name is Missione and I’m your mother.”

 “I would give anything to see her again. I love her with all my heart and if I could I would have taken her with me… But that’s no life for a child.”

“You were born on November 19th. You and your father have this in common.”

 “I don’t, I don’t want her to grow up having the life that I did. I want her to be surrounded by family, a family that loves her more than anything. I want her to grow up like that and know always that she has people who would drop everything to come to her aid. I want her not to have to look out for herself always and to always have someone looking out for her. I want her not to be me.”

“You were surrounded by moonlight and I knew then that is what you are to me. You are my Moonlight. And I love you. Always.”

“I don’t want her to have to worry about things like dying and death.”

“By now you probably know that I’m not in my, um… how shall I put this? In my grave, I guess. By now you see that nothing remains of me but you and that little pink and yellow baby blanket that Willow taught me how to make. I can explain but it may take some time…”

“She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her eyes were blue, so very blue like her father and a smile that is her grandfather’s. Her hands were like mine. I remember holding her palm up to mine and smiling. I was filled with pride.”

“So you see that even if I wanted to stay I wouldn’t have been able to and so I am gone. Do not despair. I am probably out there somewhere fighting the good fight. I’d rather be with you and the family that I know you’re surrounded by. The family that I would have loved to be a part of but you see I can’t, and never will be. I hope you will never know that feeling of hopelessness. I hope you will always have hope, because… Well because… I don’t want you to lose yours. I feel like I might lose mine and…”

 

“You, there’s no words for what I feel. The best way I can describe it, is an endless black hole of despair and longing for something that you know, you KNOW you will never have.”

“Anyway. This is goodbye. But before I say goodbye indefinably there’s a place I want to tell you about. The grass is green, greener than you will ever see and air that is so fresh and light. A sky that gets bluer the more you look at it and animals, creatures that are impossible…”

“She’s- She’s my daughter and I will, I’ll never get to hold her. I’ll never get to watch her take her first step or even her first crawl. I’ll- I’ll nev- never, get to say, to say, ‘I love you. Always.’”

“I- Goodbye. I love you. Always.”