Broken.
As a young girl I had always wondered what it felt like to meet the right one. I had heard so many stories about it and I eventually found myself falling deep into this whirlwind of a trance. I'll have different dreams and fantasies about it-it'll just be the both of us, taking long walks in the park, going to shop together at the mall, cooking and eating dinner together, sometimes maybe we could bust a few or more moves on the dance floor, to be honest, it even went as far as entering silly contests with him. He was all that I needed.
Like they say dreams do come true and so it was happening, that for me all that I'd ever wanted, needed, was actually turning into a reality. He was always there. All those things I had dreamt of were actually coming to life and I couldn't have wished for anything more.
Though at a point, he was certainly becoming very clingy and at times quite annoying, he was always there, not a second out of my sight but I loved him still.
Then unfortunately, disease came and they told me to get rid of him, they told me I was putting us both in danger, they told me even if he'd stay that things won't be the same with us. Then, I put all their words behind me and decided to ask the one person whose words I needed to hear the most. I asked him if he wanted to stay and he said - nothing. Even the slightest hint of a word I needed to hear him say but I got nothing.
So the morning came and I was due for surgery. I was hurting all over, my whole body was buzzing with pain combined with fear, though this was only to take hours it really did feel like years, I had never felt anything like this before, this was different because he was involved. At the end of it all, I made it but sadly, the doctor came in and broke the worst news ever to me, she told me that I had lost him and that she had tried her best but I had lost him. I had lost everything the world meant to me that October afternoon, for you see I had lost my child.