We’re talking about our future again, we haven’t for a while. We just stopped because it didn’t really feel like there was a future. We just moved forward each day and kept our heads down clinging on to each other.
It feels less like drowning.
I made a cushion. It doesn’t sound like a lot but I did. And I said one day this will go on our bed in our house, and it felt like it would actually happen. That this dream at least would come true.
Love can save this dream at least. This one can stay.
I can have a home with a bed with patchwork cushions on, and I can guarantee that.
Surviving Miscarriage Together 