He is a part of me.

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They say when you see him, and by him I mean the one you love, you'll feel buterflies exploding in your stomach and You'll care for him like nobody else. I wonder wether they're wrong or is it me who's wrong, because there are no buterflies in my case although I do agree that you care for him, because when I'm with him even his smallest groan breakes me into thousand pieces. I feel like somebody has struck me with a dagger. If that's called caring then yes, I do care for him. Alot. Maybe because he cared for me throughout his life. When I was young, he used to teach me how to cross a road. He taught me that if you feel scared just turn back around and you'll see me standing at the other end of the road. Watching you cross, and if anything happens I will be there. I won't move a single step until you reach your destination. It still makes me cry realising he's not there for me anymore. Not because he stopped caring, but because he don't have feelings to care anymore. But for me it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. He'll always be my hero. He'll always protect me in trouble because his love is the strongest armor I have. He's the bravest sparta in my eyes. He's a soldier unlike any other seen before but he's not an extraordinary person, he's just my Dad, my papa. Papa...what a wonderful word it is it's like nobody taught you how to say it yet still it was the first word you said when you started talking. He teaches you everything. He teaches you the difference between right and wrong so that you may choose yourself the path you want to follow. The path you want to opt for your life. But...my dad...he isn't the same anymore. His depression is like a leech upon his soul. No matter how hard he tries he's never going to get rid of it because he has stopped trying now. But I know...I know that he will recover one day. He'll be normal again I feel it, call me a dreamer or anything but you know what they say? they say even the whole universe conspires to help the dreamer. I am willing to wait as long as it takes because every single day my heart yearns for him to comeback and he knows it too because he's a part of me.

Random thoughts.Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora