I don’t know if you exist. I don’t know if I am ready for you to exist. What I do know, is that you will be unlikely.

You will know that my heart wasn’t broken, but that it was split. That a piece of it is now missing. That it’s busy healing, but incomplete. And always will be.

You will understand that my heart isn’t a finite resource to be shared. But rather, when I say “with all of my heart” it is a level of intensity, as opposed to capacity. That I could love you both with all of it.

You will often hear her name on my lips, and be ok with it. You too will learn to love her.

If you exist.