I don't have my amazing boyfriend any more, we're just friends now. He's still the sweetest person I've ever met. But I'm not really going to talk about him right now....
I finally got my first real date with my daddy. We talked about EVERYTHING. How I felt after my break up, my dreams, my fears, my interests. Everything.
Then, Daddy reached into his pocket and pulled out the most beautiful purity ring I've ever seen, he put it on my finger, and told me he loves me.
I mentioned that it was the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, but at the time, I couldn't see it, I was crying so hard.
An elderly couple stopped us while we were leaving and I let them admire the ring... (and me strangly enough). They told me that my Daddy was special, because most dads don't stick around anymore, let alone love them like my dad loves me.
I already knew that my dad was special though.... Why else would I still call him "Daddy"?
Some of my friends think it's wierd, I think they're jealous.
