You’re gonna have to stay miserable if you really want this to work…
Love is cruel.
When it leaves, it destroys more than it intends to.
I didn’t make them fall in or out of love, and I wasn’t the one falling in any either direction, but I’m effected by it completely.
I understand everything happens for a reason and without those choices being made I wouldn’t have the two beautiful sisters from each parent that I was blessed with. But after more than sixteen years of avoiding the thought and not talking about it, don’t I deserve to wonder what my life would have been like with my mother and father, in one state? Shouldn’t I be able to wake up and see my father? Not every couple of years for a few weeks, if I’m lucky?
It’s his birthday today and more than anything I want to be with him. But he is so far away, google maps couldn’t even tell me how to get to him.
So excuse me if I’m a little emotional today. Another year has passed and he’s another year older and I still barely know a thing about the man I’m supposed to call my father.
It’s a little heartbreaking actually.