The breeze was soothing as if kissing our skin, and the night sky was calming almost as if God was setting the perfect stage. I hold you tight in my arms, the smell of your hair and your perfume fill my nose with exctasy. The only sound I hear is your breath as I lay my head on your shoulder. Even though you are wrapped in my arms I am surrouned by your warmth, being vulnerable with you made me feel secure. When I was with you time had never passed so slowly.

That day, that conversation, and the smell of alchohol will forever remain in my mind. You embody everything I despise and showed me a little bit of it all in one sitting. This is supposed to be a happy reunion of father and son where we sort our differences yet you insult everything I love, you disparage everything I cherish and you mock me for my lack of dreams. How could I possibly take this as the love of a father especially that final sentence, the one that you couldn't even bear to look me in the eye while saying. "How could your mom even love you especially since we look just alike and you're just like me." There were so many things I wanted to say, but for the first time we agreed on something and that is the part I hate the most. Time had never passed so slowly