8 Weeks

8 weeks. The shortest 8 weeks of my life. You were growing inside me. You knew me. You depended on me. You changed my life. Did I let you down? 8 weeks. We developed a bond. I wanted you so badly. I knew you were mine. I loved you so much for such a short time. I still love you. You heard my voice as I spoke to you. You felt my love. Was it not enough? 8 weeks. It ended. You ended. With your lose, I lost my dreams, hopes, plans- my future with you. My heart was shattered into a million zillion pieces. I lost a huge part of me. I lost my baby. Why did you have to go? 8 weeks. Others didn't understand my pain. You were so very real to me, not them. They didn't go everywhere with you. They didn't talk to you. They didn't nourish you, or love you as I had. You were mine, not theirs. Important enough to have a beating heart. Why couldn't they see? 8 weeks. 8 simple weeks turned into a lifetime of depression, questions, & uncertainty. Depressed at the thought of your future being taken away from you, from me. My lose. My child. It isn't right, not fair. So many questions to the man upstairs. Why MY baby? Why me? 8 weeks. That is all it took for such a tiny little miracle to completely transform my life. In 8 weeks I was filled with more love and happiness than I have ever known. In just 8 short weeks I discovered true, unconditional love. You showed me a glimpse of Heaven. Just 8 weeks-you changed my life.