Though I know in my soul that I would sense it if her life force had ended, there were times when I couldn’t escape reality. And with everyone else already surmising the worse, it had become harder and harder to hold on.
But I have and I will. I will never give up hope that one day I will see her again. It’s the reason I’m still here. The reason I haven’t put a gun to my head and ended it all because the pain was too much to bear.
Where are you, Zandi? Give me a sign, something, anything, and I’ll come and get you. I smiled to myself as I realized I still had so much hope in our connection.
Still believed that if my baby really was alive out there somewhere that she’d find her way back to me. It’s something I never gave up hope on. Something I’ve been dreaming of for two years.