A letter to my unborn children. I never got to meet either of you, and it does often make me wonder what my life would've been like with you. I wonder if you would've been a boy, or a girl, if maybe you'd have my eyes and your fathers nose. I wonder if you liked old cartoons, or if you preferred waffles to cereal. It seems silly, but I miss you. I didn't get to meet you. To my first one, I want you to know that, I was only 15. I didn't even know you were in my belly and I had no idea that it had happened, but one day, you surprised me and decided to leave without me even being aware you were conceived. To my second, I knew you existed for a month before I lost you. I was scared, but also felt at peace. I wanted to tell your daddy, but then he decided to move, and out of grief and shock I cried, I cried so much and then, in the middle of the night yu decided to leave me too, I don't blame you. I only would want a perfect life for you and I couldn't have given it to you. I never got to meet you, and I'm sorry for that, but I'll always think of you.