I've been able to comfort myself with real and logical reasons for why these things need to happen. These chain of events that have consumed my train of thought and partially my life. There has not been a day when I haven't thought about it.
I cried the other night because I missed my father and how I wish I could feel the warmth of his chest when I would hug him and bury my face in his shirt. I wish I could feel his prickly facial hear when I would kiss him on the cheek. I wish I could see the wrinkles on the side of his mouth when he used to smile. I wish I could hear his laugh and see his eyes squint from laughter. It's been two long God-forsaken years. It feels like he left yesterday. It hollows my soul out slowly. Everything in my life has just gotten more confusing. I can't think clearly about my emotions. But on the other hand, I've been making the Dean's List for the past 2 terms. It was a hard smack in the face. I haven't cried over old shit in a while. It's not my style.
I was
So I spent a whole hour crying hysterically into my pillow. & Now, my thoughts are a little less clouded by this deeply embedded, dull pain of a heartbreak. My Dad was a part of me. His blood is mine. And he's 3000 miles away. My birthday is the day I started to exist, & that didn't really matter to anyone.
I'm being sensitive. But I've been so nonchalant for a while now.
Wow, this post is so beautiful, Amy.
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