I confuse my dad; we are so opposite and I get butterflies when I see him and I’m so scared of what to say. I never get a good reaction so I don’t try anymore. It’s never what I should have said. I wish we could have what we had when I was 9 but that’s gone. I used to feel so comfortable with him but that’s gone. And it’s too late, too much has happened, we’ve missed too much of each other’s lives and we’re too different now. I love him so much and I wish I didn’t have him.
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