I will never be my father. And that’s why, despite how broken I am over what she did, I’ve texted Summer-Raine every day since I left her on the sand four days ago. Once in the morning to wish her a good day and once before I go to bed to tell her that I love her. But I miss her so much. It physically hurts to be away from her for so long, but I don’t want to see her until I’ve moved past what happened. Don’t want to risk hurting her with something I could potentially say in anger or without really thinking it through.
