You were accustomed to the way your first showed you how to love, but you need to embrace being taught a completely different kind of love.
Activities? Budget? Location? Time? You are not bound by any one; there need not be any room for negotiation, not for anyone else other than you.
Walking you home even if it’s inconvenient or out of the way. It’s dangerous to walk home alone, or even because those few extra minutes with you for extra conversation time to learn about your day would mean the world to him.
I could un-match with a tap, and reply a message or two whenever I was free. Hookup requests were ignored and unmatched, together with clingy or dead end conversations. That wasn’t my purpose of tinder, but rather to just have fun.
Though the pieces are still there and put back together on my own, the fear of it falling apart again and all at once overwhelms me, striking fear into my heart. It’s terrifying. Electrically terrifying.
They’re no longer the first thing on your mind when you wake up.
You’d be the perfect gentleman and walk me home. You told me it was the least you could do, and I’d think you were too perfect to be true.
The living’s words of condolences bring no comfort, but only serve as a constant reminder and reassurance of what he has touched and taken.
Sure, you can draft out what others tell you to, but if your article lacks passion in the subject, you are nothing more than a drone being told what to do. I don’t like to be told where the limits of my article should be.
I’m sorry I waited till it was too late to say this. I love you Dad.