A : I used to tell my mother that "Can I just copy paste dad then be with him my whole life? How nice it would be. Because dad adore you so much, a hard worker to the bone and well he's just, so lovely in any ways possible, somehow. He's everything."
M : "You don't need someone like him, he's mine. You'll meet your own man someday and he'll be just like what your father is to me. He'll be your everything. For the rest of your life. You'll find comfort in him that you never know you needed, that love (and life) has not been more exciting, more meaningful, more profound, more connected and easier that you'll ever found life be. That everything, everywhere, everytime is a good time. It's always a good time no matter how hard life gets. Because you're with him. You just couldn't wait to live your life with him. Your one and only."
A : To the point where well, I found him already. The copy-cat of my father, exactly like him (not stature-wise, of course, he's not him).
A : He's just like him, in many ways, but not in every ways. Every single good qualities of him reminds me so much of my dad and I couldn't be more grateful for him.
For each and every breath that I took, I prayed, and I prayed for him to be well.
I prayed for us to find comfort in each other.
I prayed for us to be together 'till our last breath took its own little, lonely yet satisfied flight in this world.
(April 7th, 2021)
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