Summary: The pain of reminiscing.

My life that could have been:

A life with a curly-haired little boy, running to me with arms upraised, demanding to be picked up. He looks at me with his mother's eyes as he yells excitedly, "Hi Daddy!"

A life with a visionary when the world sorely needed one--a beautiful woman who captured my heart without trying.

A life of innocence, where only the darkening skies cast fear. My precious princess, believing in me when all other doubted.

And now, I have no sons, no loves, no family to comfort me--my life that could have been--but wasn't.

~IDIC