back to myself being wrapped around him,
laughing till I can't breathe,
buying whatever my heart desires without no one telling me not too,
sharing popcorn and watching horror movies,
kissing me on the forehead, telling me things are alright.
helping clean,
stealing his huge hoodies and running around.
my hair being brushed with gentle hands,
feeding me delicious meals,
its all back.
the feelings I cling to when im with him,
"hes a shit person."
I know.
but he's not a shit person to me,
so that's all that matters.
and fuck,
I've missed being around him.
around my loving,
caring,
father.
