Dear Seth,

I wish that it could have been you that I was talking to instead. Maybe next week when I'm back there? God only one could hope and pray.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting your father. I had a chance to tell him what kind of impact you have put on me and changing my entire world. I wish I would have said anything. That is something that will haunt me. I regret it now.  And I can't believe that I missed the chance to thank him for helping bring to life the boy I love so deeply.

Instead I just soaked him in. Looking at how tall he is compared to me. Seeing how very blue his eyes were. Or how when he smiled at me the laugh lines burrowed into his forehead, which I'm sure half of them were because of you, the other half from your mother. I just stood there memorizing the timbre of his voice and the beams of sun glinting off his salt and pepper golden hair.

To be honest a little part of me fell for him too knowing, that in part, you surely will look a lot like him at his age.

Please Fate, if you're reading this, give me one more chance. This time I promise I won't screw it up.

p.s. I love you