Someone broke my heart two years ago.
Of all the men that I've met, he broke my heart the most.
He left without even saying goodbye.
He left just like that.
But I know that he is fine, wherever he is.
Because I saw him, in my dreams.
He looked happy and well.
He waved at me and smiled.
I am happy too.
But I can't help but shed a tear when I have thoughts of him.
I see him in little things.
I feel him as if he never left.
I know that he loves me still.
Because he left me...
Not because he wanted to.
It's just that he had to.
I guess this is the kind of heartbreak that will never go away.
Never. Ever.
But this is also the heartbreak that I will always welcome.
These are the tears that will never leave my eyes.
Because I will always welcome thoughts of him.
I want to always remember.
I never will forget.
Because he is my father.
I miss you, daddy!
Jan 23, 2012
Daddy's second year death anniversary
