Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long, Iâd forgotten what those even were. Iâve been stuck in one place, in a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then, I left some Eggos out in the woods, and you came into my life and for the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But, lately, I guess Iâve been feeling distant from you. Like youâre pulling away from me or something. I miss playing board games every night, making triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, watching westerns together before we doze off. But I know youâre getting older. Growing. Changing. And I guess if Iâm being really honest, thatâs what scares me. I donât want things to change. So, I think maybe thatâs why I came in here, to try to maybe stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know thatâs naive. Itâs just not how life works. Itâs moving. Always moving, whether you like it or not. And, yeah, sometimes itâs painful. Sometimes itâs sad. And sometimes itâs surprising. Happy. So, you know what? Keep on growing up, kid. Donât let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from âem, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means youâre out of that cave. But, please, if you donât mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.
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