And sometimes I'm so sad I can barely breathe. Sometimes I look at my life and I'm in shock: how could this be ?
You went to the seaside with her this weekend. I keep talking with people who went to the seaside this weekend too, and while they're telling me about their weekends my mind drifts to what you were doing with her. Holding her hand, making love to her, being happy with her, walking on the beach with her. Doing all the things we used to do together. All the things I wish you still wanted to do with me.
But now you don't want to be with me, or with this unborn baby. Is this baby mine? Is it ours?
I don't want this baby not to have a father.