twenty one

                                    

                                          
Olivia,
                          
I think I maybe believe you now, all that crap about writing having the ability to heal. As I've written these letters, as I've written about us, I've relived all the best moments of you. I've also relived some of the worst. But through each, the good and the bad, I've been reminded of everything that you have taught me in life. All the ways in which you have made me into the man I am today. 
                          
I've also been reminded of the love that we share. An unbreakable love that continues to blur the line between life and death. You were my one true love Olivia, and I'm thankful each and every day that I got to spend my life with you, even if it was cut far too short. 
                          
As I write this letter, Scarlett is laying on that ratty grey blanket you should have thrown away years ago next to me. She's beautiful, Olivia, just like her mother. I wish you could see her. 
                          
I thought I couldn't do it. For those first few months, I didn't think I could possibly do it without you- raise our daughter without her own mother. But then I began to see you in her. The way she smiles, the glow she gives off each and every day. Even her little giggle that is beginning to become more and more frequent. She is more and more like you every day, and I know now that she is your gift to me in this world. A way in which you continue to show your love for me each and every day. 
                          
I've decided this will be my final letter to you. Not because I am forgetting you, but because I know that I've gotten all that I think I can from these letters. You were never one for hanging on to the past, or dwelling in the sorrows of what life had dealt you. You were about the future, and fate, and finding happiness. So that's what I'm going to try and do now. Look towards the future. Raise Scarlett in a way that would make you proud. And maybe even find a way to find that happiness again.
                          
One day maybe Scarlett can read these letters. And she can love the person you were the way that I did. And one day, if she's lucky, she can find someone that changes her life the way that you have mine. 
                          
I love you Olivia Scarlett Bennett. I will always love you. And I'm thankful every day that fate brought me you.
                          
All the Love, 
                          
H