I’ve felt sadness and loneliness before but never as heart wrenching. The aching and longing for interaction with you, and it’s something you may never understand. A mother’s love for a child is so different than any other. I hope you never go through this. I hope everything is always beautiful and lovely for you. A million butterflies skittering across the sky. A million love songs with happy endings. A million rainbows to fill your eyes. As years go by, I expect the longing to be less, but it only seems to grow. I love you, my peach. You are my heart.