Amelia asks softly as we stand and watch the still moving parts of the stream rushing past the ice as it attempts to claim it. I sigh, “I don’t know, Amelia.” She wraps her arms around herself and hugs her shoulders, “I can’t ever love him, even if he loved me. I couldn’t.” I press my lips together and look down at her, still so small with her rounded belly. Her hair blows gently in the breeze as it collects flakes of snow as it falls gracefully. Her skin is milky and smooth, the dark strands of hair that manage to blow into her face are a sharp contrast, and those eyes, the most beautiful, saddest eyes that I’ve ever seen in my life. “I think that in order to love someone, you have to be willing to do anything for them. Even if it means letting them go.” I pause and my eyes return to the stream, “I think he loves the idea of you, Amelia. The idea of a family.” “Love is overrated.”
