Taxi conversation

So I was listening to someone narrating to the other about their old lover or was it a crush, I don’t know.  

Well taxi conversations between two people are basically with everyone else sitting next to them.

So I sat there listening to this person speaking like she was trying to forget it all.

--------------------

She said; “you know chommie it’s very hard letting go, I am forcing myself to forget but eish,

All the “so close but yet so far” moments are now memories, my stupid fantasies, I just want to run away from myself cause we are running away from each other.

This has caused me intense internal conflicts and I can’t live anymore with fighting myself; to think straight and feel right”.

She continued to say: “I will miss his round eyes and his blush when I used to catch him staring at me. I used to be afraid of winking or blushing back at him, I always kept a straight face while my heart and stomach were blushing like he was something magical”.

She was near crying when she said “I will get off soon”, and continued, “from the depth of my heart, I will always love him, with the flood of memories I will never forget him and whatever we nearly became, that I want to forget. My silly and stupid fantasies will always warm my heart, pity we couldn’t be”.

-----------------------------

“Short left”, then she got off.

For my dad

This day more than any day I wish my dad was present.

I am sitting here and I don’t have anything to say about his love and support.

All reasons and explanations aside; I wish I would be writing about the heart-warming moments between my dad and I, but I don’t have any.

More than the other days, today I miss having a dad.

I wish my dad was around so that I could call him or him call me and just chat.

I wish I was a daddy’s girl, a papa’s child.

It hurts more that I don’t have a picture with my dad.

Not a single memory of a conversation with him. He has never disciplined me, raised his voice at me or better; bought me anything or gave me advice on something.

It hurts to have a father, alive and living elsewhere but not present in my life.

I really wish I had a dad to borrows his car, laugh at his jokes or make fun of him behind his back.

A dad to cook for us at home, or just sit and have crazy conversations and laughter with us.

I wish, even though I am working, my dad would give me money, JUST so that I can say I ate my dad's money today.

I wish my lil bro had a father too cause I am scared that out of this experience he might follow the deadbeat example as well. 

I really wish I would hear my dad say to us, "I love you, i am here for you, I  am proud of you"...

I wish I could, buy my dad a father’s day and birthday gifts

I wish speaking and sitting with my dad wasn’t a wish to be fulfilled but something that simply happens cause he would be around, daily, but he is not present. #presentabsentfather