SuaveAssB8oi

I know we dont talk much. You annoy me. I disappoint you. You get on my nerves and i believe that you, at times, think im a bad son. You came into my room once, hugged me, smelled smoke, and asked if i was smoking. I used to come home tired as fuck, eyes red from exhaustion…you thought i was on drugs. I think you talk too much sometimes. We barely talk. Well, you talk to me all the time and i just give you “mmmhmm” “okay” “yeah”. Rarely do we have an actual conversation. I feel bad. You try so hard to connect and bond with me, but i just cant do it. I cant talk to you. But i listen. All those times you take me out for a coffee, for dinner, to go fishing, or whatever. When its just us two, i know i just sit there in silence as you talk. but i listen. To everything you say. everything you tell me. You may not know it, and you probably will never know. But i appreciate the advice you give me. the stories you tell me. I take it all in. And since i dont know how to show you how much i appreciate you being there. Just wait and see, ill make you proud. You’ll see that I was listening the whole time. all those years. And then hopefully you’ll know. This is to you. You’re a great man. Glad to have you as my dad.