my little one, my purest self. if by some chance we meet again, i will hold you tightly and never let go. the day i thought i had finally found happiness was the day i lost you. the last time i saw you, you were fading in front of my eyes and all i could do was fade with you, as if we were disappearing into the same silence. still, i hold on to us, to that broken, half remembered version of what we once were.