Go Ahead and Ask Me

He loves me.

I've got goosebumps. And I'm about to cry. He really does love me.






My brother saw my dad today. And he loves me. He feels bad because he can't pay for my college. And Lank, insightful as he may not seem but actually is, said that Dad still loves me.




That much. No matter what he's done. I don't care how many times over he deserves to be in prison. I'm selfish. I don't need justice for Dad.

He doesn't know who I am, or very much about me at all, but he loves me.

I'm loved. He loves me. He cares.

Hell, he's proud that I'm working 3rd shift, because he always had a really hard time with it.

It's good when something makes you cry, and you're not sad.