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If I ever decide to get married and have a child and that child is a daughter, I want to name her Michelle. And I want her father to hold her in his arms every night and sing this song to her. Because I want him to show that he love, love, loves her and need, need, needs her and want, want, wants her. And I want her to understand that even if the world ends, she is loved, and that from birth until death,  she can depend on us to be a stable foundation that she can rely on.

(Yeah. I know I've never come to terms with his initial departure. I'm sure I never will.)

Why am I thinking about this? I don't even know if I want to get married, much less raise a daughter. That's years away. I still have a life to live. Places to go, things to do, people to meet. Bread to bake.

(Sure. You are a changed man and I like you as a person more now than I did before. But that doesn't mean I don't resent the past.)

...but, you know. I'm keeping my options open. And I'm keeping this option close to my heart.

(I love you, but there's a difference between being there for me and being there for me.)