Sobbing on the kitchen floor.

Finally spoke to my ex. The father of the baby I lost in 2013, told him we had a miscarriage then. And now I'm sulking in tears remembering how much we used to love each other. And how in love with him I still am. If only I knew he would've been so compassionate about the loss. I would've tried to tell him years ago. He was my first love and I'm realizing that I missed him more than I thought.

I'm in a new relationship and I'm happy as well as my ex, he is engaged but. I guess old habits just don't die....

I might be crazy for still living him. But I guess babies do that to people. Not only babies but true profound love also.