For My Perfect Gentleman 💙🕊️
I’m not really keen on the nitty-gritty of storytelling or creative writing, so I’m pouring this straight from the heart onto these pages. A Rough Start to the Year 13-01-2025. My life as I knew it changed forever. It was a rough start to the year, as my very dearly beloved Daddy passed on. I had wanted to put my feelings—my hurt, grief, and confusion—into writing for a while now. But I was filled with dread and, might I add, a sense of cowardice. Everything felt like a dream. For the past three months, I’ve daily wished it was just that—a dream. In my head, writing this would jinx it. It would confirm that it’s not a dream at all. And that would mean it’s real. That my perfect gentleman is really… gone? I wasn’t ready. Am I now? Maybe I'm expecting some kind of cathartic effect by doing this. I’m not sure. But here I am. I’ve written bits and pieces about my parents before, so I’m kind of glad this isn’t the first time I’m singing my Dad’s praises. It’s not just because he’s p...