The Love I Feel Everyday

To the next person reading this,

This random lady use to tell me, "Your dad loves you a lot."

Hearing that, my natural response is to just smile and walk away.

But inside, I'm thinking, "I haven't seen or spoken to him in years. It's a funny way of showing that he loves me."

I went through pain and humiliation with my dad never around. I found it easier to smile and carry on.

I never showed resentment for him leaving, though. The sad, cold truth is that deep down I knew the lady was right.

He does love me; he never stopped loving me. How could this be? One may ask.

Because I remember it.

As much pain I've felt through the years, I still remember the old days where my dad use to visit,

and carry me on his back whenever my legs grew tired. I remember the gifts, the hugs, and so much more.

These good memories are the only thing keeping my sanity alive.

I want to imagine it's the same way with you. My friends. Or you. A person I'll meet one day or already have met.

You're like my dad, you're never around and you never bother to talk to me anymore.

Is it safe to assume that everyone is loving me how like my dad loves me?

Can I hold onto these good memories until we meet again? Or will I finally let years of avoidance and anger consume me?

I think for right now, all I can do is smile and carry on.

Yours Truly,

The Neglected Friend