He told me once he would name our daughter after the places we had been or flowers he picked for me.
He said he would name her Carolina, not Caroline, and he would remember those humid summer nights we spent watching the sunset.
He said he'd name her Daisy, because he knew my favorite was flowers and he would buy her anything she desired to make her as happy as me.
He told me this once, a long time ago, back when we were young and before we really thought about life. Back before I knew what I wanted and *** to react when he said he wanted kids.
I told him I hoped our son has his green eyes and his sandy blonde, but turning darker each year, hair.
I told him I hoped our son had his spark and his sarcastic smile so I could always remember he had the good pieces of his father, the parts I laughed about.
I told him that before things changed, before we both spun out of control and closer to the flames.
Now we sit on opposite sides of the country and we talk to different people about kids and love. And we wonder, where things could have been if we hadn't become so lost in ourselves for once.