Timmy,
Stay out of that alley.
Don’t take the bike around the block.
And I know that girls aren’t on your mind right now,
but they will be soon.
…Ask HER out.
You’ll know who I’m talking about when you meet her.
Now that we got that out of the way,
I wish I could tell you that the next few years will be easy.
That everything is going to be okay.
I wish I could say that I was telling you this because I am looking out for you,
but I can’t.
The reasons are purely selfish
because when I tell you these things,
I am only looking out for myself.
You’re still young.
Everything that is going to happen,
you aren’t going to fully comprehend.
You’ll know that it’s bad,
and you’ll feel sad but because you know you should
but you won’t understand why.
And you won’t ask any questions.
You won’t say anything.
You’ll just hold it in.
Everything.
Until years later.
That’s when I’ll have to deal with
and go through everything you’ve held in.
And it will hurt.
So, when I say that I wish I could tell you everything if going to be okay,
that is why.
However, there is one thing that helps me deal these things,
and it will be something that you will soon be discovering.
Writing.
Put your everything into it.
It will save you in ways you won’t fully understand
until you reach my age.
You know what,
now that I am thinking about it,
everything will be okay.
It still won’t be easy.
And it’s still going to hurt.
But,
everything will be okay.
Stay strong.
Always,
Timmy.
PS
The very next chance you get, tell Dad you love him. Please.
written on August 25th, 2010
