I know there's no hope of reuniting with him. I know I'll never celebrate his birthday again. I know I'll never see him grow up to be just like me. Or better than me.
I know he's dead.
So why do I still hear his voice? Why do I hold out hope that I'll find him? That I'll be able to hold him one last time? That I'll finally be able to tell him I'm sorry?
Stupid. There are no second chances.