Hey there Delilah.. ‘My daughter’
I’ve always been the cheesy type of girl. The girl who wanted to one day tell her daughter of the escapades of her and her first love. I had it all set out and it all scripted out in my mind. I had all the lessons and joys I would express to her and at the end she’d ask who this mystery guy was and to her amazement I’d point to you… Her father.
I heard Oprah say once that the one thing that leads girls to their demise, was her belief in fairy-tales. Yes, we’ve all heard them. We often expect to be serenaded and pursued ; being the very damsels in distress and hoping that all this ends in a happily ever after, on horse back, riding into the sunset.
Ironically, I was one of those very naive girls who believed in this very concept.
“The magic of our first love is the ignorance that it will never end”
How do you tell your daughter that your first love was an incomplete story?
A story without a happy ending, or no ending at all.
What does this say about you? About the men you find suitable? Are you still a role model to her?
How do you convey the message of this being a transaction of unfinished business. I’ve always wanted to paint you in the glory of the suns rays, tantalizing her mind of all the joys, tears and unforgettable memories we both shared. To show her that true love existed between the people who bore her and that she would be brought up in the root of love.
But this idea slowly becomes even more bleak as time passes. It’s turns grey like an old faded picture. It becomes a memory, just like all my other ridiculous secret dreams and wishes about our future. These hopes all ended up discarded in my minds own recycle bin, as I’m too scared to empty it into the unknown.
AND… even if you never ended up fathering this young lady, I would have wanted you and your minute existence to feature in her life. Maybe she could learn that “what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.”
But now you and I couldn’t bare to be around in each others present, what makes the future any different? It upsets me, to a point of uncontrollable tears because there is a chance my baby girl, the daughter we both dreamed about in the future, might never know you. But I know that if you even had the slighted smell of these hypothetical plans, you’d laugh yourself into stitches because to you, I have always been a dreamer HOPELESS DREAMER!
I would have wanted her to acknowledge that the love between her parents was truly indelible and that in the end, we could be the role models of what exactly love entailed. But as usual, you always seize the opportunity of disappointing me and pulling the rug from beneath my feet and my ideal future with it…
Tagged as: True Love ~ love story ~ love quotes ~ daughter ~ future ~ father ~ dreams ~ children ~ first love ~ long pieces ~ writing ~ delilah ~
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