You used to miss her when she left and tell her not to go.
When you give a dad a daughter, what you’re really giving him is the ability to love someone in a new way he’s never known how.
And you’ll admire her from afar the same way she did you. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping.
I didn’t want to burden you with a love I knew you’d struggle to reciprocate.
Instead of leaving you reminded time and time again you’d stay.
Someone treating you this well has got to be too good to be true.
I’d tell you how floored I am by all you do, not just for me but for everyone.
I saw myself in the hallways as texts messages and whispers made her feel so alone.
He’ll play you every which way because you let him.
The effort has got to match. The respect has got to be mutual.