Miscarriage

So this is true. Miscarriage is the end of a life in its most natural form. It gets expeled out of your body, like a reject, like a birthday song sung too early, like love gone awry. Or perhaps it is a sign that love has gone awry.

Miscarriage is therefore a love story ended too soon. It's the last sign that he existed. He had tried to form an unit and your body rejected him like you did fifteen years ago.