This is to the one who held my hands with tears glinting in his eyes and told me that they are beautiful, and one day, I shall hold many hearts in it the way I held his. This may not make much sense to everyone, but this man…he’ll always have a special place in my heart, til the day that it stopped beating.
This man…he means a lot to me, because he’s the only man in this whole wide world who truly know what I like, what dislike and what I loathe. He’s the only one in the world who probably know that I love listening to Rod Steward, Bryan Adams, Sting, MLTR and the only one who did not laugh at me when I told him that I had a crush on Jason Donovan and admired Kylie Minogue.
This man…was the one who taught me how to waltz and dance, and when I got tired and breathless with all the dancing and yet still refuse to stop, he’ll take off my shoes, and let me step on his feet so that I could still dance longer and told me, that each time I’m tired and yet still want to go on dancing, he’ll always be there for me, holding my hands and lead me to dance, and catch me when I fall.
This man… he’s my hero…he was there for me when I was sick and scared, and had tears in his eyes when I was on the verge of death. He held my hands mournfully, with unshed tears and a smile inspired on his lips with prayers in his heart, encouraging me to be brave as I told him not to let go of me as they wheeled me into the operation theater. I remembered those time well… as he was the only one there, truly concern for my pains while the rest seems to be oblivious to my feelings. He kissed my forehead, and told me not to be afraid, for he will be there for me when I wake up.
God loves me, for he gave me this man, who tells me to be brave and be a fighter, and stay strong because the world is a cruel place, and if I need him, he’ll be there for me when I am tired and need a shoulder to cry upon.
Thank you God, for giving me this man, and remembering the times with that man who shall always have a special place in my heart, I feel that for the first time, one lifetime with him is not enough. Thank you God, for giving me such a wonderful daddy in whose heart, I’ll always be his little girl.
Quote from Cleffairy’s latest novel: I wish I can give you the world, but the world doesn’t belong to me. You can have my heart instead.