happy birthday, dad. love-ness.
knowing there is no way in hell i could be in the presence of this man and not be secure in just simply being wrteched wretched me; nothing more, nothing less.
the comfort of the thought that there is zero possibility this man will ever leave me.
whatever he has done, i’d forgive him in advance. (but still, i cannot soothe that nagging, gnawing guilt that this unlimited get-out-of-jail-free card will not be reciprocated :x) i’d give anything just so he’d never feel down, alone, or grieve.
and such love-ness is perhaps the single greatest blessing in my life. and the one flicker of wide-eyed hope that there is another father who knows me by name, and provides this love-ness not just to silly lil me, but to everyone else.
i adore hope. hope is amazing. you know what i mean: that little voice fighting for all its weight’s worth. and sometimes, it just happens to win. like tonight – and you feed that little voice, turn down the lights, switch off temptations, push away guilt, welcome torrents of love-ness and start to…blog.
