Scheduled
A Letter to the Twins
Imagination as a fabricated memory.
Dear Lorien and Seren,
You have lived in me longer than you will ever know.
Before you had a name, before you were a spark in my mind, you were a possibility— children imagined, a whisper between two hearts decades ago.
You are the dream of what could have been:
passionate, smart, graceful, musical.
Readers on the beach, Builders of castles And storms,
Born of laughter and longings An explosion in creative minds and hearts.
I do not know if you will ever belong to the world of the living, or only to the hidden world inside me.
But I know this:
You are mine, not because I ever held you, but because I have carried you. In silence, Through years of pretending, When no one else knew your name.
And now, having a name, you feel more real than ever. I write this so you cannot be erased by silence or absence, so you will not vanish with a key pressed in haste. You are written in me, etched in memory and yearning, and I will keep you.
If you are never born, you are still of me. If you never walk this earth, know that you were dreamed into a fullness that most children never are.
If this letter is all there ever is of you, my little ones, I rest easy knowing I protected you from those things I feared most in this world.
I'm sorry if that cost you an existence. But that is far better than the reality I and so many others have known.
Sleep on in me, Lorien. Rest easy, Seren. You are my secret, my ache, my proof that love can imagine beyond itself.
With love,
A father-that-never-was.
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2025-08-29 21:30:00