Dear Dad,
I'm writing to you because I don't know if you love me anymore.
Well, how could you love me when you're gone?
I just mean that if you were still here,
I don't think you'd be proud of me.
I didn't get to know you well enough
To learn your views on
atheism,
*** before marriage,
Speeding,
Marijuana,
Underage drinking,
Traspessing,
Self harm,
Stealing,
Lying,
Sleeping around,
Or cursing
...
But from what I gathered from those less than 13 years I had with you,
I don't think you'd be proud.

I just want you to know that even if you would hate me now,
I still love you.
I'm still your little girl
I'm still me, daddy.

I hope you don't get mad if I carry your picture with me
While walking down the aisle
Because you always told me how you couldn't wait
To walk with me.
I hope you don't get mad
If I post a picture of you
Every year or so
Just saying that I miss you.
Because I do, I really do.
I hope you don't get mad that I still talk about you, and cry about you.
I hope you don't get mad that I pretend that you would accept me if you were here.

Even if you don't like me now,
I love you.