>>>Imagination<<<
I've always had an active imagination growing up and I don't think, I ever stopped. I wonder how you will look and sound.
I know that babies almost sound the same with their cries and stuff, but I can't help but be curious about you.
You're pretty strong in your kicks, so you must have strength in you. I wonder if you will look more like me or Mathew. If like Mathew, you would have his green eyes and tanned skin, his brown almost blonde hair and his grin.
If you look more like me, I see you having more of my caramel skin, my big light brown eyes, freckles and curly black hair.
Either way you would be cute, because babies are cute.
But you know what I imagine you look like?
I imagine you with a mixture of both our eyes, my hair, his smile, your own type of laugh and giggle, your own voice and just simply being unique. My imagination can surely run wild but still, my imagination tells me that you will be very cute. Like something to eat.
I imagine the three of us living in our own place, with a nice garden and a swing set built for you. I imagine the environment we raise you at, being warm, loving, safe...a safe haven for you.
I see me and Mathew actually married because I don't see myself with anyone else. I see mom and dad bonding again even though they might not get back together again. I see my twin sister finally making it as a supermodel. I see my brother being a big sport star. I actually see us having more family moments and making memories. I actually see a good future.
I see it because my imagination allows me to.
My imagination is good. I think you'd like what I see too.
YOU ARE READING
Hello Melody.....Goodbye Harmony.
Short StoryAll I've ever wanted, was for you to hear from me. Yet here we are. You don't know me but I do. I've long awaited this, now the time has come for you to know me, the only way it can be done and yes....Remember me. Remember my words, Remember me.
