my first sad farewell

i hate early flights. why? it means i would have to start the day without him. i like evening flights better. why? because i can spend the day first before he goes.

i was bidding goodbye. he looked at me with so much love not even showing disappointment.

i looked backed at him with so much guilt and shame for myself and couldn't show any love at all.

i couldn't say i love him straight to the face. i wish i had. i really wish.

after he left, i called him on his phone. told him to take care, and told him i love him.

then started crying myself to sleep.

this was my first sad farewell to my dad who just left this morning.

i miss my dad. i love my dad.

i wished he stayed longer so we can be able to celebrate father's day.

i miss my dad. i love my dad.