The day I met her I was trying to decide if staying alive was a viable option for me.
Then, one look at the girl who is now mine to raise and those dark thoughts are vanquished. With eyes the color of sunflowers and a smile that tells me she needs me had me making a promise to myself in that instant.
I will never touch her. She’s too pure. It’s wrong.
Except, each time she calls me Daddy, my resolve weakens.
I can’t help myself. I ask her for something. Something that breaks that very promise.
Kiss me goodnight.
God help us both.