It's weird. You hear people say that you'll know when you've met the person you're going to marry, the one person you could spend the rest of your life with... But what do you do when you met that person, loved, and now lost them...?
Is THAT really the person?
Do they even still care?
It's odd. (Don't judge, but...) I have this thing. I love children. They are so much fun and such a wonder to work with. However, the tiny little things they grow from, commonly referred to as "babies," are not exactly my idea of wonderful. In fact, I have a horrible disgust for the idea of being pregnant. The looks I get from people when I tell them I don't like babies range from laughter, to disbelief, to states of being utterly appalled.
However, there has been one, and one person alone, that I have ever thoroughly sat down and thought, "Maybe, JUST MAYBE, I would have a child with this man."
And I wonder, does he still love me?
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