"I know I haven't made much time for you," he said. "But that will change."
My father's words fell like thunder on my young ears,
the opportunity I had long awaited,
at last arrived.
I got three years with him where we grew to be friends,
understanding one another in an unspoken way.
I thought it meant that I was exactly like him
and tried to mold myself in that vision.
But I was wrong,
for I am much more than he could ever be,
I understand the world differently,
I take the things I learned from him and build upon them, creating something he cannot comprehend.
I do not recognize his limits,
but constantly push them.
And yet, I am no better - just a different man,
with a different passion and fire burning in my heart,
my own definition of the masculine,
breaking free from the traditional.
A new man.