I used to love the mystery to you. The way I couldn't quite pin you down. How you were down the street one day and in another state the next. The well known two way connection left me with a busy tone when I needed you most. You were the most beautiful butterfly in my life. Oh how my impressionable I was then.

I'm strong without you. And it hurts that you're upset about it. You're supposed to be rooting for me. And I guess in a way you are.

The day your father told me that you were on your way, I told him that nothing is about him anymore. And maybe that’s a rude thing to say but honestly I will put you above him solely off the fact that you are a child.