I was on Facebook when I received a message from someone I had never met before. “We have the same surname. Are we related?” the message from this stranger read. I looked at her name and it was true. We had the same surname. I was intrigued. I wanted to know more about her. Little did I know that this message would unravel a bond beyond belief. The more we talked, we discovered that not only did we share the same surname but the same birthday as well. The only difference was the different years of our births. And also, we were not related in any way. Regardless, I started calling her my twin. It felt like destiny had brought us together.

As time went on, our connection blossomed. Soon we moved from chatting on Facebook to texting on WhatsApp and speaking on the phone. With the intensity of our connection, it didn’t come as a surprise when we fell in love. We started a long-distance relationship without seeing each other. For five months, all our declarations of love were made blindly. We were always making plans to meet but my schedule did not allow it. When I was finally free, I went to see her.

Stepping into her apartment felt like stepping into a realm where time had no hold. We run into each other’s arms as if we were long-lost lovers separated by an entire universe. The spark that we shared ignited a fiery passion inside us. You would think our souls had been yearning for this reunion. I spent a few days with her. We spent the time talking, laughing, and making passionate love.

Soon enough, my vacation was over and I returned home after our blissful time together, unaware of the how much our lives were going to change because of that visit. A few weeks later, she called to tell me, “Babe, I am pregnant. I took a test at home and it was positive. To be sure, I went to the hospital to take another test and it was confirmed. While she was happy, I was terrified.

Here, is the thing. I harbored a secret she did not know existed. A wife. She thought I was a single man but I am married. When I came clean, she was shattered. I too was heartbroken. I did not intend to hurt her.

I thought she would be done with me, and even get rid of the baby. Yet, amidst the brokenness, we found solace in forgiveness. She loves me so much that she didn’t hold my deception against me. We were both determined to navigate whatever the storm pregnancy would brew together. I asked her to keep the baby although I was worried about the many ways society would judge us. She was worried too, but she agreed to keep it.

On 6th March, she went out with her friends. When she got home she realized she was bleeding. That’s how she narrated the story to me. She quickly rushed to the hospital out of panic. A chilling prelude to the anguish that would follow.

Unfortunately, her timeliness to the hospital did nothing to help. All she got was confirmation that we lost the pregnancy. This awful news crushed our hopes and dreams in an instant. The baby, barely six weeks old, was gone. The weight of our loss hung heavy in the air, a cruel reminder of the fragility of life and the cruel twists of fate.

In the aftermath, grief consumed us both. No words could ease the ache in our hearts, and no solace found in the empty promises of tomorrow. Yet, in the depths of our despair, our love for each other remains unwavering. Our bond remains unbroken. The fact we are still together after everything gives me hope that we were meant to be together.

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To my twin, my heart breaks alongside yours in this time of mourning. Though the road ahead may seem bleak, know that you are not alone. Together, we will find the strength to endure these trials. Let us draw comfort from the hopes of what might have been, and the promise of what lies ahead.

As we navigate the uncertain waters of grief and loss, know that my unwavering support stands by your side. Let us lean on each other in our darkest hours, finding solace in the warmth of our shared love and the enduring bond of our twin connection.

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Looking forward, as you suggested, that we try again for another baby on my next vacation. While I am hopeful that another baby will bring us comfort, I am also worried about what the future holds. You are my twin, that’s why I always turn to you for guidance. If this is what you want, then that’s what we will do. As we dare to dream again, I hope that we get what we want and that we are both happy at the end of the day.

Dear readers, our hearts are troubled in this time of loss. Leave some comforting words for us, especially my twin. She needs all the love and solidarity she can get, to get through this difficult time.

—The Twin

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