Back in October, I wrote this blog..

A part of me wants to be your Little Girl, but I can't be. I'm not sure I love you. You've only ever really been a tug on my conscience, a hurt I didn't want. I can't love you. You haven't given me a reason to. When I look at you all I see is the man that I was forced to see every holidays, the man who sent me texts on Christmas Day that made me cry. I don't see a father. I don't think I ever will. Fathers hug their daughters. They tell them they love them. You don't. You hardly even talk to me when you see me. Sometimes I just want to tell you exactly how I feel about you but I know I will regret it once you're gone. I don't think I will ever love you. I just can't.

It inspired this edit the other night..