Left this for last not from disinterest. Disinterest’s far from the case of what I feel and what I’d like, and see you spoke of children and I took another minute or three reeling.
Thing is, I can’t say I’ve [ … ] let myself imagine far down that particular line.
Never seemed feasible, really. And then after what happened, eh, with [ … ] eh you see, Nicky and Liza [ … ] that territory for thinking turned itself wilder than I could pass through.
[ … ]
I like the thought of raising children. Even better, the thought of raising children with you, and if I let myself imagine it now
Thing is, it knocks me wordless to try. Catches my throat with wishfulness.
Think you’ve gleaned a sense I’d like very much to know Sergiy as my son. Like to raise him with you [ … ] if it’s not too presumptuous for speaking, or nay, I’d like it, however presumptuous I am in saying. Fact of the matter is I’m eager for the day it’s right to meet him. Fact is I’ve love for your boy already, he being yours and all you’ve spoke of him reaching right to my heart.
Aye and let’s not forget, the lad tells a right good bird joke c:
What I mean’s it chokes me up some and more than some, thinking what it’ll be to meet him.
[ … ]
And you talk about [ … ] my kids and
I’d speak thanks for your saying it, only I’d venture you don’t need or wish thanks, and any case the words’d be unequal to me feeling. I’d like [ … ] aye, if ever they’d wish it and if ever it’s possible [ … ] that so, I’d very much like Liza and Nicky to know they’ve a home with me. With us. [ … ] Don’t know that they would or wouldn’t want it, or I mean [ … ] little as I’ve been in contact with em, I can’t speak to where they stand in life or what they want for homes, or whether they’re pleased perfectly with living as they’ve got it now and whether they’d wish to see myself at all.
Which. That, eh. That’s a hard one for thinking on, because see I’d rather all turned well for em and the woman bore em figured how to be a mother. Fuck’d I be wishing misery on [ … ] my kids, right? [ … ] Though heart of myself, still and all there’s that part of me [ … ] wants them coming back. I know there’s no chance it being both ways, and if I’m choosing one over the other, of course it’s that woman having worked her shite out so they’re happy now and cared for. [ … ] Be nice were there a third option, peace for all parties.
[ … ]
There’s that for that, and point is it’s worlds of meaning to me, your welcome and your love for them.
[ … ]
And as well, I’d be right pleased myself with the four of us, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo. There’s also no part of me opposed to a plentitude of kids. Five’s nothing outside what I’d like myself, nor outside what we two could manage, aye? A horde, all of em cared for and all of em loved.
There’s that for certainty, that whatever the count of kids, you’d be the most attentive father to em all.
Eh, well. The most attentive, measured equally beside myself. c: Or so I’d like to think, and so I’d strive.
Aye, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo, or all of us and more besides, we’ve got a hundred possible futures ahead, all of them waiting bright. 🧡🧡🧡
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[ … ]
Left this for last not from disinterest. Disinterest’s far from the case of what I feel and what I’d like, and see you spoke of children and I took another minute or three reeling.
Thing is, I can’t say I’ve [ … ] let myself imagine far down that particular line.
Never seemed feasible, really. And then after what happened, eh, with [ … ] eh you see, Nicky and Liza [ … ] that territory for thinking turned itself wilder than I could pass through.
[ … ]
I like the thought of raising children. Even better, the thought of raising children with you, and if I let myself imagine it now
Thing is, it knocks me wordless to try. Catches my throat with wishfulness.
Think you’ve gleaned a sense I’d like very much to know Sergiy as my son. Like to raise him with you [ … ] if it’s not too presumptuous for speaking, or nay, I’d like it, however presumptuous I am in saying. Fact of the matter is I’m eager for the day it’s right to meet him. Fact is I’ve love for your boy already, he being yours and all you’ve spoke of him reaching right to my heart.
Aye and let’s not forget, the lad tells a right good bird joke c:
What I mean’s it chokes me up some and more than some, thinking what it’ll be to meet him.
[ … ]
And you talk about [ … ] my kids and
I’d speak thanks for your saying it, only I’d venture you don’t need or wish thanks, and any case the words’d be unequal to me feeling. I’d like [ … ] aye, if ever they’d wish it and if ever it’s possible [ … ] that so, I’d very much like Liza and Nicky to know they’ve a home with me. With us. [ … ] Don’t know that they would or wouldn’t want it, or I mean [ … ] little as I’ve been in contact with em, I can’t speak to where they stand in life or what they want for homes, or whether they’re pleased perfectly with living as they’ve got it now
and whether they’d wish to see myself at all.Which. That, eh. That’s a hard one for thinking on, because see I’d rather all turned well for em and the woman bore em figured how to be a mother. Fuck’d I be wishing misery on [ … ] my kids, right? [ … ] Though heart of myself, still and all there’s that part of me [ … ] wants them coming back. I know there’s no chance it being both ways, and if I’m choosing one over the other, of course it’s that woman having worked her shite out so they’re happy now and cared for. [ … ] Be nice were there a third option, peace for all parties.
[ … ]
There’s that for that, and point is it’s worlds of meaning to me, your welcome and your love for them.
[ … ]
And as well, I’d be right pleased myself with the four of us, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo. There’s also no part of me opposed to a plentitude of kids. Five’s nothing outside what I’d like myself, nor outside what we two could manage, aye? A horde, all of em cared for and all of em loved.
There’s that for certainty, that whatever the count of kids, you’d be the most attentive father to em all.
Eh, well. The most attentive, measured equally beside myself. c: Or so I’d like to think, and so I’d strive.
Aye, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo, or all of us and more besides, we’ve got a hundred possible futures ahead, all of them waiting bright. 🧡🧡🧡