Mar 3, 2015
i crave having a father, or rather, i simply miss my dad. being a doctor, he usually isn't around, but when he is, i find myself being safe. he is probably the closest i can ever call home (no offence, i still love my mom), but it's still different. so seeing those pictures where a father is holding his daughter's hand as he walks her to the aisle, or a father who is cuddling with her little girl under the covers of the bed, i just really miss my dad.
almost four years has passed since his death, and i still remember the feeling, my favorite memory of him, where he takes my hand, lifts me from the couch, and starts dancing along with the smooth tunes from the sunday radio with his big, warm hands holding mine.