I Love To Hate You|Bad Bunny

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LOVE's POV

I spent that last couple hours just looking at photos of my dad and I.

If I could have it any other way, I would tell the universe to take my mom and give me back my daddy. It sounds fucked up but I didn't care. She didn't care about me so why should I care about her?

The last photo I had of us together was about two days before he passed. We were all at a family barbecue at a park my dad would always take me to.

"Daniel, tienes una hija muy hermosa"

"Eso lo se, y ella también lo sabe, verdad love?"

I nodded, "si, tu me lo dices a cada rato"

"porque es cierto"

he kneeled down to my length, "nunca te vayas a casar con un tipo que no te valore, okay?", "tú te mereces el mundo entero, no quiero que te conformes con el primero que te hable bonito"

"cásate con el que te trate como la reina que eres, me escuchaste, love?"

"ay papi, que cosas dices! yo nunca me voy a casar, lo niños son muy asquerosos"

He laughed, "eso es lo que me gusta escuchar!"

If he could see all of the men I've been with, he would be so disappointed. All the men I've dated were older, I'm talking about late twenties to early thirties. They gave me some type of attention that I felt I needed. They made me feel comforted and protected.

I shut my phone off and set it down on my bed side table again. I needed some sleep considering I didn't get any at all last night from all of my crying.

I pulled my blankets over my head and laid in a fetal position. I shut my eyes in hopes of getting some sleep.