Summary Of ' O ' The Dad Who Left Me ' Essay

Lifted me up when I couldn't reach, You gave me faith 'coz you believed, I'm everything I am

I want to spend m forever and my always with you I know I jump to guy to guy because I leave when I get hurt but you don't have a reason to hurt me you have to be the best thing that ever happened to me when I see you my heart speeds up my thoughts get lost with your name...

Five weeks without talking to you, five weeks without your touch, your voice, your eyes staring into mine, and that cocky smirk that you always wore on your face that I always fought the urge to wipe off.

My story begins when I was in the second grade. Times were good, and I was enjoying my childhood. On a certain Sunday I and my mom attended church, as we did on other Sunday’s. This time though my dad decided not to come with us because he said he was tired. So we were off on our own doing our regular Sunday activities.

I missed your smell. The smell of outdoors and youth. I missed your voice. Deep and raspy. I missed when you’d come from behind me in the kitchen and pull me in tight so that my waist was pressing up against you and I could feel your warm breath right above my shoulder. We’d sway back and forth and you’d sing those songs I loved into my ear just to tease me. I’d give it right back by mocking your country music, which was really the whiny, angry kind. All the women in those songs shrieked about how shitty their men were. What I didn’t tell you was how I sometimes felt just like them: complaining about a love that would never get

A couple days after that, on April 1st, we facetimed for the first time. You looked really hot in that as I call “the dog shirt”. Your hair was fluffy. It looked soft. You needed a haircut. You had one little piece of hair sticking out the whole time. I never told you. You had the biggest smile on your face. It was the most handsome smile I had ever seen. You were handsome. You had a sense of humor and a voice I couldn’t get enough of. I really didn’t want to end it, so you did. That night I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get out off my

You know what provoked me to picture out my future with you? It was that you allowed me to. You convinced me that you’re worth to be someone who I could be with as I hear the bells ring. You showed me that you truly care. You have given me the right actions that can make me say that I’m proud to have you. Because you’re unlike any guy who I met, and I swear, the guys who I will just meet.

I’ll never get to know one of the people I spent my first six and a half months of living with. I’ll never know what he looks like, what his personality is, or what his aspirations would’ve been. He’s the piece of my life that is missing even though I never had that piece in the first

“I love you too I missed you so much after I died I would watch you bake cook and clean and I would cry. I also watched over the workers at the mill slowly all the workers were gone and the mill just sat here. Then Lime Springs used mill for kids to look at the history. But I was crying about you and a kid came in and I got mad.

My memories stopped the day I leave you in back home. You were looking at me and it was perceptible that you were breaking into pieces. If you heard that song you would realize that how beautifully our story was told by someone in his song long ago before our relationship even exists.

The faucet is running, fast and loud like the thoughts in my head. I’m remembering things about Him. Like the roughness of his hands on my shoulders, on my face when he punched me in my right eye. I remember the sound of my underwear ripping from the hasty pull of your fat, grimy, ugly fingers. I threw those black panties away when I came home.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

There are moments so short its not even noticeable when I'm kind of happy but still I think of you.

But one thing I didn't have was love, I had left it when I moved. The girl was mostly a friend with benefits but I was starting to fall for her, I couldn't wait to see her again. I could remember us being us, chilling after our late night sexcapades, she'd lay in my arms and ask me all of these questions about where we would be when I got famous. She was the only one who ever had faith in me becoming something bigger than a city boy who sold dope on the corner. She also believed we would be more than what we were at the moment.

I want to go back to freshman year when I first met you and just kiss you right then and there. Why did we wait so long? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six years went by before we were ever made; before we went from this to that, and we finally got what we had both wanted since the day we had first met, but both somehow kept ourselves from achieving. You’re the arms ill lay in forever until the laws of physics change us. Or was it that once we have gotten here, we will tend to stay at rest, wasn’t it? Let’s go back to when we were in the room with the blackboard. It was anything you imagined once you stepped inside of it. Let’s take a trip back to that box when I drew dino-chicken nuggets on the blackboard or when I sat in my corner spot; the perfect place to watch you as you toyed with your guitar.