This is the only way I really feel comfortable doing this.
I know that you enjoy more than ciggarettes,
I know that you have for awhile.
I know probably a bit more than you think.
I have felt torn for the past few months,
I didn't know whether or not I wanted to give up on you.
I considered going on as normal until the wedding,
and then just stop talking to you.
But I can't do that.
I love you.
I know that you could be a better dad,
you know that you could be a better dad.
But I also know that you could be worse.
And, I'm starting to understand you a little bit.
I'm not saying that I accept what you've done,
or even what you do.
But I accept you.
We might not ever be as close as we used to be,
I might not ever really be comfortable telling you everything.
But you are my dad.
And nobody could ever take your place.
You're not perfect, and no,
I don't want to be like you when I grow up.
But I still want to be your little girl.
There are alot of things that you really don't know about me,
or at least, I don't think you do.
But please don't be shocked if you find out.
I'm hoping you read this, you say you do.
Please don't call me about it,
actually, don't bring it up at all.
I'm telling you, but I don't want a conversation over.
I don't want to talk about it,
not now anyways.
