staring aimlessly at a photo my dad and i took (years back)
knowing he won't be back real soon, i suddenly have the urge to just email him.
to tell him how much he meant to me, how much i miss him.
and crying over it is pointless.
maybe 5 more years?.
when i'm 25 and able to support him, i'll definitely bring him back.
crap thinking of this when i have a paper at 12.30 later.