Happy Birthdayy, Papa.
so it’s almost been two years.
and i still think about you all the time.
i hope you hear me when i pray.
i miss you terribly, and i miss you calling me your princess.
because now i’m just another person.
i don’t think i’ll ever mean as much to anyone as i meant to you.
i love you papa, dad.
just so you know, things are good.
i’m growing up, i’ll be moving out tomorrow.
i’m in a relationship, with a girl.
you’d love her. she treats me like you would’ve hoped for me.
grannys good, just old and grumpy, (what else is new :P )
school is okay, kind of crappy people, but i’m still working towards something that will make me successful, and hopefully i’m making you proud.
i’m surviving, and i really wish you were here, so i could come crying to you when i needed you.
but you’re still in my heart.
and i love you, i love you, i love you.
and i miss you.
and happy birthday.
<3 you would’ve been 82! haha, papa.
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