Ashley Mauler - Photography Competition
03 29 17 @ 21:57 Waiting. That’s what the last ten years have been. Me waiting. Impatiently waiting for any sort of communication, or acknowledgement that I was, and still am a part of you. Nothing came. Nothing at all. I was drowning in a red-hot rage filled heartbreak that would take me a decade to finally be able to come up for air. Somehow the rage had seemed to melt away, and what was left was a hopeful curiosity. A message was sent, and a response was received on March 29 2017 at 21:57. That was enough to forgive, and give me what I always needed to move forward: a father.