If God would ask me one thing, just one thing,  
I would ask for my father to return to me,  
To bring him back, just for a moment,  
So I could hold him once more,  
Feel the warmth of his love that I lost too soon.  
He left when I was too young to fully understand,  
Too young to grasp the depth of what it meant,  
To lose someone who was everything to you
A protector, a teacher, a constant,  
A presence that anchored me in a world that could feel so uncertain.  
The day he left, a part of me went with him.  
I still remember the silence that filled the room,  
The quiet I didn’t know how to fill,  
The emptiness that grew inside of me  
Where his voice, his laughter, his strength used to be.  
I was just a little girl,  
And my heart broke in ways I couldn’t yet name.  
I didn't understand the finality of it,  
The way time would stretch endlessly between us,  
The way I would never again feel the safety of his arms,  Never hear the sound of his reassuring voice,  Never see the twinkle in his eyes when he smiled.  
As I grew, I learned how to live without him,  
How to smile when my heart wasn’t ready,  
How to keep going when the weight of missing him was unbearable.  
But there’s a part of me that never learned how to move on,  
A part of me that is still that little girl,  
Still wishing, still hoping, still waiting for him to come back.  
The world has changed so much,  
But there are moments, still, when I close my eyes and I can almost feel him near.  It’s the briefest sensation, like a shadow in the corner of my mind,  But it’s enough to make my heart ache with longing.  I want to tell him everything I’ve experienced,  Everything I’ve faced without him.  
I want him to know how much I miss him,  
How much I still need him, even after all these years.  
I would give anything, anything at all,  
To have just one more moment with him,  
One more hug, one more word of advice,  
One more chance to say “I love you.”  
To see his face, to hear his laugh, to feel the strength of his presence once more.  
I’ve learned to carry on,  
To face the world without him,  
But the hole he left inside of me is something I cannot fill.  
I miss him with a depth that words cannot capture.  
I miss the way he made me feel safe,  
The way he was my hero, my guide, my everything.  Now, all that’s left are memories,  
Fading fragments of a time that was too short,  A time that was stolen too soon.  
If God would ask me one thing,  
I wouldn’t ask for wealth, or success, or anything material.  
I would simply say, “Bring my father back to me."  
Not to erase the pain, but to heal the wound  
That has never truly closed,  
To let me feel his love again,  To let me feel whole again.  
I miss him so much,  
More than I ever let on,  
More than I could ever explain.  
I wish, more than anything,  
That I could hear his voice one more time,  
That I could rest my head on his shoulder,  
And just for a moment, feel like everything is okay again.  
If God would ask me for one thing,  
I would ask to have him back,  
Just for one more dance, one more conversation,  One more chance to hold his hand and feel his love.  Because the truth is,  
I will always be that little girl who needs her father,  
And no matter how much time passes,  
I’ll never stop thinking about him

My testimony
Even in the afterlife, I will still choose you.
When this life fades away, and the world around me no longer feels the
same, you will remain the constant in my heart.
We met when we were meant to, and though it may have seemed like
chance, there was something greater at play, something far beyond our
understanding.
We gave love a chance, not knowing that in doing so, we’d unknowingly
create something eternal, something that would withstand all things:
time, distance, even death.
What we found wasn’t just a connection; it was a home for our souls, a
place where we could finally breathe, a place where we didn’t have to
hide parts of ourselves.
In you, I found my reflection, and in myself, I found the courage to love
you with every piece of me.
Even in the quiet moments, I feel you; when I’m alone, when the world is
heavy, when it seems like everything is slipping through my fingers.
I know you are there, in the echo of my thoughts, in the stillness of my
heart.
You are not just a memory I cling to; you are a presence that lives on,
whether in this life or the next.
In every whisper of the wind, in every ray of sunlight, in every shadow
that stretches across the earth, I will find traces of you.
When I cross over to that distant place, where the veil between worlds
is thin, I will still be seeking you, reaching for you.
Because even death cannot sever the tie we share, even eternity cannot
erase what has been written in the stars.
When the days are dark and long, when the moments slip into silence, I
will know you are there, waiting, waiting for me, just as I will always wait
for you.
Our love is not bound by time, it is not limited by anything so small.
It is as vast as the ocean, as infinite as the stars above.
I will hold onto you with every ounce of my being, no matter where I am,
no matter what may come.
And when I breathe my last breath, I will find you again; because love
like ours is never lost.
It lingers in the spaces between heartbeats, in the quiet moments when
we close our eyes and dream.
And even in the afterlife, when all the noise of this world fades into
nothingness, I will still choose you.
Because you are not just a part of my life; you are a part of who I am,
and that truth will never change.
I will choose you forever.
Standing before the living God, we are a living testimony that love still
exists.
God will be proud of us;
For He is Love
When everything else fades, when the world feels empty, it is you I turn
to
In you, I have found the truest, purest form of love.
You are the reason I know that love is not just an idea, but a living force
that transcends time, that remains unshaken, unwavering.
And I know that even when life ends and we step into the unknown, love
will still exist; because we are one.
We are the proof, the truth, the eternal reminder that love, in its most
perfect form, cannot be destroyed.
You are my testimony.