Dear, Dad. Maybe I shouldn’t start of a letter like that to you since we never truly met. I wonder all the time when you were alive did you try to find me or did you just wanna forget about me.. I’m 26 now and your the one thing from the past I can’t seem to let go of. So many questions I wanted to know. Did you think of me? Did you love me? I have your eyes my mom says she tells me things that make me wonder if you existed.. your the ghost that hunts me under my bed. I cry asking myself would it make it better if I knew the questions to my answers.. what if you’d say no I hate you or I’m never thought of you.. I want the pain gone but your in heaven.. while I’m here in pain from what two people did 26 years ago.

1 year ago

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