There is so much that is running through my mind that I can't even pick a starting point and am afraid to say anything or everything might come rushing out. It's not there is anything wrong, but it isn't necessarily alright either.

I had a beautiful brief fling with being pregnant. I can't say if the father was "The One" or "The Other's" but it really doesn't matter. Either way I would have had a beautiful child and two men who loved me and the baby.

perhaps I'll talk more on this later, my computer's battery is about to run out and I'm tired, and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about all of it, and not sure I want to find out. Perhaps another time. I'm not trying to ignore you, I'm not trying to hide from you. I just can't look you in the eyes and tell you how I feel so many things I can't put into words.