Monday, April 4, 2011

My dream of daddy poem ...

It's kinda long ... I know T.T but while typing it I was crying. That was one of my first dreams after daddy died. But ever since that dream, every hard time or happy time or just whenever daddy still comes and says hi. We talk and laugh. And it hurts when I have to come back. But all I have to do is close my eyes and I can feel him embracing an saying he loves me. It's a feeling like no other ... I will never forget my first dream. It saved my life. ♥



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