It’s now been about 2 months since I lost you. (I’m trying not to count). It’s still as raw now as it was the day we found out you hadn’t made it past 7 weeks. I still cry almost every day. I want to be happy for those that are announcing but it’s so damn hard. Yes I am jealous. It should have been us. I want to move on and look forward but I don’t if I can or even if I want to because if I do move on will I forget you? I don’t ever want to forget. I don’t know what I did wrong. My body has provided me with 3 gorgeous girls before you but for some unknown reason my body let you down. And for that I am sorry. I just want you back. Part of me wants to try again but another part doesn’t because nothing could ever replace you.