Contrast

I think you get the point of what my "stories" actually are after reading the last two, so I wont explain myself yet again.

You met my dad today. While it was a fantastic, memorable thing, it was just as much the complete opposite. he is the bad thing that lingers on my mind, you are the person who I vent to, the person who understands that he has hurt me. You are my light in the dark, he is my dark in the light. And whn you shook hands, the two combined, forming a subtle awkwardness, that in the moment was replaced with fear. Fear of the fact that maybe he would realize, maybe if only a thought of his own, that you are more in my life than he has ever been. This would be where the tears begin to fall. And the awkwardness and the fear has turned into pure sadness, a sadness that represents everything that I have ever ruined or lost in my life... And that is where you come in again.

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[Miss Carmine]

These small stories speak wonders for you.

Sincerely,
Miss Carmine