I’d like to blog about the man of my life. The man who literally means “everything” to me.
I can still remember how you kissed my forehead and called me beautiful during my 7th birthday. You carried me and you ran around the house while you shouted, “happy birthday princess!!!” I laughed so hard at that time because I was so happy.
"My princess", that’s how you call me. And as I grew older, I understood and felt that you are my king.
You really hate seeing me so sad when my playmates won’t play with me. So you bought me a bike and taught me how to ride it. I was so happy at that time. I asked you to buy me my favorite doll. The next morning, you gave it to me and you told me that, that doll is pretty but still, I’m prettier.
You’re the sweetest, dad. You love protecting me and reminding me that I’m always as beautiful as my mom and that you love us more than you love yourself.
I’m sorry that I get mad at you for telling me not to date that boy who used to be a bully when we were in the same school. Sorry because when I turned older, I want to do things my way without asking your permission; when all along, all you wanted was to protect me.
Sorry for being so selfish when you yourself gave everything you can to me. Sorry for being so mean to you sometimes when in fact, I really really love you more than everything.
I may be in a relationship with other boys. But I know that it’s you whom i can turn to after all. I want you to know that when you’re old already and the days will make you weak and weak…
Your princess will always be there to take good care of you. My love for you will never fade and I’ll never get tired of being your little girl, always. I LOVE YOU.