He

is not my firstborn, he is my ultimate. He is the point of every miscarriage, every failed test, every drunken shag, every sober shag, every kiss, every ounce of love, every thought for 8 years, every ovulation pain, every pain at the absence of ovulation, every wish I wasn’t drunk, every cause for being drunk, every night off or on, every fight, every song, every lyric, every poem, every reason for leaving, for staying, every anxiety attack, every breath, every beat of a heart that once wished it would find some peace.

I love you Juno.

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