Remember when I was little and we’d watch the sunsets and you’d sing to me once the moon was visible? She had to leave us, but I still got older and all you did was become more distant and now all you’ve left me with is empty promises and bitter-sweet memories. She had to miss out on me growing up but you made the choice and I know you were hurting but so was I. You were all I had left but part of you went missing once she died and now I (sometimes) get a phone call every 6 months or so and occasionally you sing me that song and I pretend not to care but my god I’m actually in tears everytime. I still hope you’ll find me important again, someday.