dying and falling, because I am making an
unforgivable mistake letting her get close to
something that in reality can never be.
I am not a man who loves
I am not predisposed to love.
I can’t give her love. But there is something,
maybe, I can do for her and for the life that’s on its
way. I can help, be a shoulder to cry on, a rock to
grab on to. I can be close to her so she doesn’t feel
alone, because I know what it feels like and I don’t
want someone else to feel that way because of me.
I don’t want her to ever feel like that.
Ever.
15
Erin
“Thanks, that was a nice day,” I say as we park the
car outside the pub.
“Didn’t they make you uncomfortable? That’s
their speciality.”
I smile bitterly. “They were all fantastic, I didn’t
realize how much it means to have a family that
loves you so much and worries about you.”
“Why, isn’t yours like that?”
“Sure, but, you know, it’s just me and my dad
and he’s always busy. It’s not at all the same.”
My dad and I have a great relationship, we have
things in common. Neither of us is very expressive
emotionally, but we love each other and that’s
what counts.
It was just us for many years; I didn’t realize
