I had loved you.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
I had loved you.
Even if I was still too small to seriously feel.
You cared for me, nurtured me, protected me,
Yet I had never told you just how much I cared.
I had never told you how much I was jealous when my brothers
Said they loved you, and I could never say.
I never spoke to you, not even a bit.
I never thought I could ever feel so much guilt.
Even after so many years,
Even after so many tears,
I regret never telling you just what I truly feel.
I loved you with all the strength of a universe,
No one could deny.
Even after so much remorse.
Even after so many lies.
Now it is too late to tell you that I love you;
Say the the three words that now cause me pain to say.
I will forever live with the regret
Of starting to talk so late.
Story of an adopted daughter who wishes she could have said she loved her father but started talking years after he died.