I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don’t know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.”
― Ally Condie, Matched
“Sorry. The number you are calling cannot be reached. Please leave a message after the tone”
This seems to be the only way I can get to you. So I will leave you a message. I miss you. I miss you so bad it hurts. Every time I think of you, and how you could have stepped in in this situation or that, my heart breaks. I have grown accustomed to this kind of pain you know. The kind of pain that only you can take away.
I keep thinking, would my life have turned out differently if you were there more often? I mean, you barely know me. You don’t even know how old I am. I have to remind you every year as I grow older and become a woman. Sometimes I text you and thank you for being my father. But that’s just it. You have been there as a father but not as my dad. Sometimes you text back, but more often than not you don’t say a thing. But I tell myself that it’s okay, that at least I did my part. That at least I reached out and said something after months and months of silence. There are days that I just text you to say hi but you don’t say anything. Could it be that you don’t get my messages or you don’t know what to say? It’s okay, most of the times when I am quiet I feel the same way too.
It’s a wonder though…have you ever sat down and thought about me? I mean, I don’t remember the last or first time that you just called me to check up on me. Do you even know where I stay? If I hadn’t called you to tell you where I work, would you have bothered to find out? Do you know how many heartbreaks I have had to nurse? Do you know how hard it gets at times when I don’t know what is going on in my relationship? Do you know my dreams, fears, failures and successes? When someone asks you what I love, hate, my perceptions, who I really am on the inside, can you tell?
Dad, for so long I have waited for you. You seemed to have left the moment I started primary school. You were there but you weren’t really there. I miss you. I miss the times you would take me out and buy me my favorite things…I am a big girl now, I don’t need money from you. I just want your company. I see how people relate with their fathers out there and it breaks my heart. That I can’t have that kind of a relationship with you. Someone once told me that if I don’t make things right with you, things might never really work out when I have a family of my own. Could that be true? I mean, is that why I have not been able to sustain a relationship? Do I have daddy issues? I find it hard to accept “gifts” or financial aid from male friends, even the few that I have dated. Is it because ours has been a transactional kind of a relationship; where you pay my school fees and rent until I don’t need it anymore and you go silent? Could it be that I am trying so hard not to date men who are exactly like you but still end up doing the exact opposite?
I am hurting right now in ways that I didn’t know were possible. There is so much happening in my life that I want to tell you. There’s a hole in my heart…so deep…so dark…it grows deeper and deeper still. When people ask me how I am doing I say that I am fine. But am I really? I am numb…Behind that smile that everyone loves is a girl sitting in a corner, crying, bleeding, scared, waiting for her father to come and tell her that it’s okay to feel all these things at once. That he is there to make it all go away…perhaps not at once, but progressively. I want you back in my life. I want you back where you belong. Or is it too late for us? Call me when you can…or text…or not…whatever makes you happy dad. Whatever makes you happy.