Hello Father,
I wish I felt this longing for you as I feel this longing for someone to say goodnight to, I know one day all I will have is you and I will regret the nights like this when I feel as though you are here and not something I so nostalgically search for. I know that all there really is to life is you. However, I find it intriguing that people, including myself, still seem to find themselves of great importance, how we believe our lives to be of some kind of meaning and that everything around us coveys reason into our own being. When in truth we are only here to show our love and devotion to you. I also find it enthralling that the love I and so many others so desperately search for is never going to be what I truly desire. What I want is knowingly within the reach of my fingertips. Its you. However, I feel as if your love is not of less value, of course, but of a difference than the humanly love I seek. All of us desire it my Lord, but only you have the type we are so devotedly seeking, and we all still feel as if it is of difference. It saddens me to consider that we as humans can never love each other, or anything for that matter as purely as you love us. I myself, as much as Id like to believe I can love someone so wholly, even cannot express the deep love that you so graciously give to us day after day. So why do I still search? I grasp that you are all that genuinely matters, yet I still pursue other forms of emotional pleasure. I suppose it must be the tangibility of human affection that invites me. Nonetheless, I ask that you’ll forgive me for being so blatantly ignoring the endless love im already receiving, and asking for a love that will never compare to that you confer.
Love, your daughter.
I wish I felt this longing for you as I feel this longing for someone to say goodnight to, I know one day all I will have is you and I will regret the nights like this when I feel as though you are here and not something I so nostalgically search for. I know that all there really is to life is you. However, I find it intriguing that people, including myself, still seem to find themselves of great importance, how we believe our lives to be of some kind of meaning and that everything around us coveys reason into our own being. When in truth we are only here to show our love and devotion to you. I also find it enthralling that the love I and so many others so desperately search for is never going to be what I truly desire. What I want is knowingly within the reach of my fingertips. Its you. However, I feel as if your love is not of less value, of course, but of a difference than the humanly love I seek. All of us desire it my Lord, but only you have the type we are so devotedly seeking, and we all still feel as if it is of difference. It saddens me to consider that we as humans can never love each other, or anything for that matter as purely as you love us. I myself, as much as Id like to believe I can love someone so wholly, even cannot express the deep love that you so graciously give to us day after day. So why do I still search? I grasp that you are all that genuinely matters, yet I still pursue other forms of emotional pleasure. I suppose it must be the tangibility of human affection that invites me. Nonetheless, I ask that you’ll forgive me for being so blatantly ignoring the endless love im already receiving, and asking for a love that will never compare to that you confer.
Love, your daughter.
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