You'd have been so proud of me tonight....

I am sitting here in this familiar bed, in a room covered in not so great of memories of hiding in the closet, writing my angry heart into words. But it does not phase me, for I can hear your voice in my head and it is calming. You'd be so proud of me tonight, I did it, I talked to him, just me and him on the ride home tonight. And it seemed like our words were that of a father and daughter again, a dad who misses his little girl and a girl who longs to be in her father's arms once again. You'd be so proud of me tonight, and it felt really good to say I was sorry, and even though we didn't say all that needs to be said, it was step 1. It started the revolution, the process toward the forgiveness we both are in desperate need of. Tonight you would have been so proud of me, I told my dad that I was sorry. I told him that I loved him, that I need him, and that I'm ready to start forgiving. You'd have been so proud and you know, the reason I did it was because I had your voice in my mind and it inspired me to start forgiving. Thank you.