My Kind of Love

Once again i was on my own. Why did i always feel like when something started, it was eventually bound to end?
I've always told myself i'm happy. I have great friends that love me and a guy that treats me ok. 'Ok' something that was never good enough for my dad.
Besides my father's passing away a year and a half ago due to lung cancer...my life has been well...ok.
*flashback*
"Liz look at me honey. Please. This is important." My dad weakly breathes out while my mother's sobs faintly drown the voices outside the waiting room.
"Why dad?...why did you have to smoke so much..." Trying not to let the raging tears flee from my eyes, i take a shakey breath in.
"Liz look i don't have much time left to tell you this but i'll make the most of it"
"Dad don't say tha-"
"NO! Elizabeth Whitmore listen to me!"
I quiet down.
"You know i love you and i want what's best for you. This of couse isn't best but it's something that i couldn't help stop but besides this, i want to tell you that love comes in different ways and sizes. It's something you can change when you know it's wrong. Now your job is to pick the one that fits" He manages to give a weak smile and points to my heart. "This puzzle in your heart. That's the one that'll guide you to just the right one and when that time comes you'll know. I just want you to be happy. Be ha hap-"
Flatline.
"Dad...DAD! Please daddy don't leave" My cries started to sound muffled and unreadable "You can't just leave please-you're another missing puzzle piece don't you get it?!"
I gasp for air.
*end of flashback*
Like i said before. I'm on my own. I tell myself i'm happy...but about that puzzle piece...