Dad, What do I do? You can't be proud of me for sleeping with a man who acts like a boy and doesn't treat me like I am perfect even though I'm not. I mean, down here on earth, we are definitely not angels even though I know you would treat me like one. We are human. We cannot love perfectly, but aren't we supposed to try? I know you would tell me that he is the one who is missing out. And itβs quiet, but I can hear you say, everything will be better than okay someday, but it's just not the same. But I am human. I am selfish. He calls my name and I run back to him. You can't be happy with me for feeling like I need someone who doesn't cherish my soul. I wish you were here. I wish my questions turned into answers, but it's not that easy. It's not that easy without you here, Dad.