There are few word that can properly describe how wonderful my Daddy is. He is kind, patient, and self-sacrificing. I love him with all my heart, so much that it hurts. We have had very few fights, none that lasted more than a day, and all disputes are settled quickly.
My Daddy has caramel brown hair that he has usually styled up. He has dark brown eyes that light up when he smiles or laughs. And while I love the way he looks, I don't love him just for that, I love his for his life. The life he brings to a room always astounds me. People light up when he joins call, or when he simply texts in chat.
His voice is another thing that's hard to describe, it sounds like the sweetest song and it makes me feel safe. His laugh makes me melt, I'd do anything to hear it. And when he sings, I can't help but swoon. This is all very cheesy, or as my Daddy would call it, a "chick flick moment". I simply can't help it though, I would recite poetry for this boy, and I know he'd do the same for me.
I write for him because, as much as I say it to him, I want to say it to the world. I love him, and I always will. I write because I can't properly say the things I feel, but here I feel safe enough to do so.
My Daddy, a name I call him when I am in little space, but he is not just that, he is my best friend, my love, and my everything
