I hate when people ask, "Do you have any children?"

It's such a heart-wrenching question to answer. Especially when people just want a "yes" or "no" and then move on with the conversation. I feel somewhere in between. Yes, I have two children. But they're dead. They died long before I ever got the chance to hold them. I can't tell you anything about them other than how fast their hearts were once beating and the dates that I lost them. I can't tell you the color of their eyes or their hair. I can't tell you their favorite colors or games or movies or books. I can't tell you anything and it fucking sucks. It sucks to love two little someones I will never know...