The death of a dream is really quite something. You don't realize how much hope you held. New dreams may come, but all you see in the moment is the loss. What might have been. We move on, but the light in our hearts begins to fade. How much light will be left in mine? I hope it's enough for someone out there.

I know who I wish it was enough for.

I miss that joyful little heart living in mine. He was the light and shined so bright. ... I'd take care of and protect him forever. To have him in my life, I'd give my all till my dying breath. To hold him and take care of, support and love. I'd bolster him with the joy he brought me. Every day would be like waking up to the radiance of the sun, just to have him there. What would I not do in return for such a gift? I'd wrap him in love and keep him safe for all my years.

There could be no darkness with him. I reflected his light back at him. I wish he knew he was the source. He was the reason it was magnified so. I wanted to light his way. I wish I could. I miss you, little light of my life.