kidChink

In a time when most fathers are totally absent, gone most of the time or physically present but mentally distracted, I'm proud to say that you've been there for us. We may not shower you with praise.Sometimes, it may seem as though we forget the joy you spread as you go along. This doesnt't mean we don't know the wonderful role you have. You've been there whenever you were needed, helped in many a way, whether by fixing something broken or knowing just what to say. You've led our household well, with instructions from the Bible. Compelling right behavior yet steering us with compassion, your gentle love being true. You conform to our Lord Jesus so we know just what to do. You teach us with purpose, guide us in all Godly ways, so we can take the right path and serve our Lord with praise. With an understanding heart, a source of strength and of support you have been, right from the start. All the sacrifices you made, all the love you gave, the sweat you laid...

Stuck in silence. Drowning in deep thought. There I lay, covered in layers of blankets. Soul searching. Thinking how kissing had become a habit. Fucking, to me, was nothing but a game. To her I said, "I love you." Sadly, she believed it to be true. Behind my kind eyes, lay a bad boy demeanor. With my pretty pink lips came a mouth full of white lies that manipulated this girl into being my pleasure toy. She let me in. Practically gave herself to me. I didn't love her. I loved her body. I never wanted her. All I ever wanted was her body. Damn! I liked her better on her knees or when she screamed please. My soul, empty of feeling. The sex was empty of meaning. Yes! I don't deserve the smiles she tries so hard to hide back whenever people merely mention my name. I don't deserve her happily listening to love songs and absent mindedly dedicating them to me. Neither do I deserve her feelings when she's high off her mind, looking back down from the clouds wishin...

To know where you belong is one thing. Accepting it like refusing to run when the rain comes, but letting it wash you is another whole thing. Looking at his watch one last time, his patience having run out, he stood up to leave. As he rushed out, he bumped into his prospective client almost driving him to the ground. "I'm sorry, where are you rushing to? I thought we had a meeting!" "I'm sorry too, but you are late and I have another appointment." Almost taking off, he shouted back, "please call to reschedule." ... "Where are you at? I'm at the door." "Come in. I'm seated at the farthest corner from the door to your right." She had been sitting there for the past hour with nothing but silence filling her ears. Like she was trying to hide her vulnerability in the darkness. She sat there looking at the photos of him he'd sent her. The last few weeks had been pretty intense for her. She couldn't bring ...