I remember the time when you stood on top of the bridge where we promised each other the world, and you had tried to fall to your death.

You said the world was too painful and that it wasn’t worth living, that without you… nothing would change.

But we ended up with warm hugs and salty tears flowing down our eyes, as we recounted the promises that we spoke of graciously.

Or that time when you had first learned how to walk -- that smile shining on your face as you fell into my arms.

Then you grew older, and you started understanding things. You began noticing what I said, all the frowns I gave you, and all the crystals that twinkled down my face.

Your favorite thing was to dress up as doctor… because when you heard the phrase “An apple a day keeps the doctor away”, you would confidently wrap yourself in my oversized lab coat and slice up apples for us to eat.

And I’ll never forget the time when you first said I love you. When you lightly rested your head against my stomach, and we read your favorite bedtime story -- where at the end you would return my embrace of love.

But all of this would never happen, as I sit in the blank walls of a doctor's office. My heart is weary and it aches with this eternal pain, as a crumpled piece of paper peacefully lies in my hand.

All of this would never happen because you are one of the many children I cannot have.

unbutton, uncloak

uncover, undies

untie, undo

unclasp, unclip

unhook, unfrock

unzip, untuck

Unlikely

under-aged

undersized

unlucky

unmasked

unthinkable

Understood

I had this er... ideology in my head for a while now. I'd steal ancient artifacts for you, you'd rob cool relics for me, We'd live together in a happy-go-lucky crimin'-spree. True love, y'know; all that mushy stuff.

I thought of getting a house on a stolen yaught, maybe even hijacking one of those floaty-islandic houses and keeping the owners as pets, then you could go ransacking Atlantis or somethin'. I know how you like 'dem hard to reach places.

We coulda' had kids. I wouldn't even put you through all the pregnant-bloated stuff, I'd just bring them for your birthday, take em from one of doze orpha-....er... what-chu-call-itz? Oh right, dem misfortunages. We'd raise em to be robbin' banks by the age of five. hacking security cams by the age-o-six, fist-fighting good ol' Pop-pops by the age-er-ten. We'd be a proud couple, we would.  

But all of this! Would never happen! because you went and tricked me! You set me up! Probably planned it all along! I ain't never gonna' trust no cheatin-lyin-scum-eatin-little-"

"The remaining five minutes of Genta Jones's court session has been ommitted for viewer's discretion. However he has requested for news coverage over the criminal assailant Ms....H-Hotty McFakename... Jones states that Hotty was last seen holding a false ID and wearing a police badge. Oddily enough the woman he describes highly resembles the head of security, and Junior detective Klair Fennings. She has denied all accusations of contact with Mr. Jones.