Justtheletter...thatmademeweep.

Tomydearbeautifuldaughter,Imwritingyoualetter,thatsright,agoodoldfashionedletter.Itsalostartreally,likehandjobs...Shit.Ihaveaconfessiontomake:Ididntlikeyouverymuchatfirst.Youwerejustthislittleannoyinglittleblob,yousmellednice,mostofthetime.Butyoudidntseemtohavemuchinterestinme,whichofcourseIfoundvaguelyinsulting.Itwasjustyouandyourmomagainsttheworld,funnyhowsomethingsneverchange.SoIcruisedalong,doingmything,actingthefool,notreallyunderstandinghowbeingaparentchangesyou.AndIdon’tremembertheexactmomenteverythingchanged.Ijustknowthatitdid.OneminuteIwasimpenetrable,nothingcouldtouchme,thenextmyheartwassomehowbeatingoutsidemychest,exposedtotheelements.Lovingyouhasbeenthemostprofound,intenseandpainfulexperienceofmylife.Infactitsbeenalmosttoomuchtobear.Asyourfather,Imadeasilentvowtoprotectyoufromtheworld.NeverrealizedIwastheonewhowouldenduphurtingyouthemost.WhenIflashforward,myheartbreaks.MostlybecauseIcantimagineyouspeakingofmewithanysortofpride.Howcouldyou?Yourfatherisachildinamansbody,hecaresfornothingandeverythingatthesametime,nobleinthoughtweakinaction.Somethinghastochange,somethinghastogive.Itsgettingdark,toodarktosee...