Today got me thinking.
Tomorrow is the Fourth of July.
I remember going to Queens to celebrate with someone called "dad".
From barbeques to playing in the pool.
Fireworks to playing basketball.
Then, he moved.
We traveled to see him for the Fourth of July.
We shopped to barbeques to beer pong.
Fireworks to late night barbeque.
Soon after 2013, we stopped.
What also stopped was his love for me.
This taught me that men will only love me for so long until they grow tired.
Grow tired and see someone different.
As a little girl, I was taught my daddy will always love me no matter what and won't ever grow tired of me.