Mar 16, 2004 13:21
I spent an hour is a poorly lit pizza place this afternoon, crying to my father. I guess it just hurts to confess what we already know and understand. It's hard to admit predictability, and harder to accept inevitability. I wouldn't have cried, but I can't hold back when I am handed the empathy I saw coming.
I've always feared his sympathies.
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i also love how you and your dad go out to lunch.
i also love how you and your dad go out to lunch and talk.
i think that's really important.
<3
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you make me type little hearts.
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And I have my license now. So I can drive up to see you. Very soon!
I'm asian. Speak in fragments, I do.
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