Nine Years Later…
It’s funny, you know, the first time I held you I was struck by how small you were, and how easy it would be to break you. You’re not nearly so small now, heck, you’re not far off being as tall as me, but I’m still struck by how easily you could be broken.
I keep telling you that I’ll explain everything when you’re older. That’s probably a lie, I’ll admit that now. I’ll try to explain one day, but, to be honest, I don’t really understand it all myself. Something simply broke at some point, because, you see, we never stop being easy to break.
I think someday you’ll understand, although I really hope you don’t, because that understanding can only come through experience, and I want you to be happy.
In the meantime, I’m going to give you music, it’ll help, trust me. You’re getting to that age where you’re going to need it. I know I did, and still do.
Every day another little piece of me breaks, and soon there’s going to be nothing left.
I’m hoping for better for you.