I couldn't help but fall in love with him. Before I was a thought in his mind, I was loving him and I know when we met, he smiled. It was so long ago. For me he had a tiny name and a hug when he said I looked like a little angel in my dress. I didn't forget - daughters do not.
We have not spoken for three days now and I say inside myself that no matter what hurt there is, I have the father I was meant to have -
when I do not understand, I remember how much I love his eyes when he smiles and his face when he sings.