I look up at the sky…
“Thank you dad.”
She says.
As I look at the sky…
I know you are crafted it.
All of it.
Finding the right time.
Picked what you picked.
Elimanted who you’ve eliminated.
Put in my path..
those that I need…
those to show me…
teach me…
the lessions I need.
My worth.
My value.
You know what I need.
Is he…
different than I expect?
different from what I imagine?
I know…
It needs to be about how I feel.
How I’m treated.
Looked at.
Spoken to.
Cared for.
Loved.
That it…
Must be differerent.
Than all others.
Not arrogant.
Not for show.
Simple.
In the best way.
Easy.
As it should be.
Paced.
As I needs it to be.
“Feel don’t think…”
She says to me.
“Stop thinking. Just feel”
She continues.
“He is coming.
Imagine him here.
Make your future…
your present.
Literally.
Figuratively.”
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