by Mini S. L.
Some personal thoughts at 11:54.
|I just wanted my dad to tell me I was perfect. Realistically, we both knew that I wasn't, no one is, but to him I would be. I still long to hear the words and each day I don't, I can feel the craters deepen in my heart. Slowly my heart begins to disintegrate and I become more terrified of the thought that when it comes to the daughter I will have, I'll be too heartless to express to her what I didn't get to hear.|