I fucking miss him.
Like, I don't miss him enough to cry.
But last year
He made these efforts, which I couldn't appreciate because of the circumstances.
The pressure to not upset others around
Who was related to him?
I never felt that was home.
I felt like an inconvenient house guest.
Only when it's their work.
I became important.
Look at the irony.
That's what happened for all these years at home.
But it never bothered me.
When it happened here, it did.
I wish he could be a partner.
Instead of a ruler or dictator
He was a lover provider and immature.
When it comes to accepting a person,
I kept hoping to hear his call and receive a gift from him.
It's difficult to accept that he doesn't care.
It wasn't about material, not today or ever.
More about the gesture and the love that comes with it
I miss you, pupsu. Take care, and thanks for everything.
I always value you and your efforts towards me.
I am sorry if I didn't express it enough.
