I had a baby and his name was Zack.
And I want to talk about it.
He was a real person and I loved him.
And I didn't want to say his name and now I do.
Because I named him.
Which I couldn't talk about till right now. I don't know why. But I want his name now.
Zack is not the dead little left overs of him that I got to see but the baby that moved around in me and that I loved. That had a soul and knew nothing but the love I sent to him constantly.
He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night.
He's still the last thing I think about at night.
The little man that tried really hard to make it and just couldn't.
The one that made me puke and laughed about it.
The one that I had all to myself for a few months.
His name was Zack. I miss him.
We only got 16 weeks together which was so much better than nothing at all. It really was.
Because we loved eachother.
His name was Zack. Let's use it.
(but not to Josh. He's not there yet.)