You’re not too loud or too curious. You are not filling a hole in my heart or replacing a person I’ve lost. That hole will always exist, much like the hole left in your heart the day your father passed. I’ve been to enough counseling in the past two months to understand that. But our hearts and lives will grow around those holes, and I hope more than anything that we can do that together. I love you so much it hurts, little bird. But I don’t want to hold you down anymore.
