"Hey Dad... are you okay?" Amelia looked at her dad with warm eyes.

"I guess" he sighed, his head hitting the back of the chair.

"I know what today is" she said in a small voice. He immediately looked at her with warning eyes.

"What the-"

"Calm down Dad. Mom doesn't know" she tried to calm him down but the betrayal was still visible in his eyes.

"How... How do you know?" he choked, trying to remain calm.

"I was sorting out your books. You have far too many and I found your journal from years ago. When you were in your late 20's. It was... Fascinating. I should've been your first novel" she smiled kindly.

At that moment, Dan Humphrey became overwhelmed with emotion. At 67 years of age, he had an amazing career, a wonderful wife and a beautiful family. He in Vermont now, away from the city. It held too many memories. Memories he tried to forget for the past fourty years.

"I could've been my second novel" he smiled. "But things work out the way they're meant to"

"I couldn't find your journals from before that" she held her father's hand, knowing the inner pain he must be struggling with. "Tell me about her?"

Dan looked at his daughter and smiled, but it wasn't a smile full of happiness. He smiled as if it was the only way to ease the pain but it wasn't working.

"She..." he paused, trying to find the right words. "She was the love of my life" he held onto her dainty hands with a firm grip. "I loved everything about her. Which I found funny considering we hated each other to start with. Couldn't stand her" he chuckled. "But that's how most great loves start off; with hate"

Amelia smiled as her father's eyes glowed remembering her. "What was she like?"

"Perfect" he laughed at his answer. Amelia grinned. "Physically she was very attractive. She had chestnut hair that was always perfectly in place. She had these wonderfully beautiful eyes that were so deep yet warm... She was truly beautiful. But she was so much more than that"

"How so?"

"She just..." he couldn't find the words to describe this girl who was so incredible. "She wasn't like anyone else. She was the most complicated girl I've ever met. Well, that was before you were born" Amelia chuckled at her father's half-hearted joke. "I can't think of words suitable enough to describe her. Amazing, fantastic, wonderful, beautiful... They're not enough to describe her" he frowned, remembering everything about her.

"Tell me about her" she pressed on. Dan looked down, feeling the sadness that he'd been hiding for so long.

"I just did" he breathed.

"No, I want to know everything. She was clearly very special to you" she smiled earnestly at the man she adored most in her life.

"I'll find my old journals later" the corners of his lips moved up into a small smile. "And I'll tell you"

"Thanks Dad"

The silence between them lingered but it wasn't awkward or tense. It was filled with sadness. Amelia feeling sad at how much her father loved someone before Mom. Feeling sad at how much in pain her father was and how it explained why he always seemed down. Dan feeling sad at how he realised after all this time he can still remember every detail about her and feeling sad about how he can't just ring her up to watch a movie or discuss art.

"I'm going to make a cup of tea" Dan dragged himself out of his chair, stretching his legs. "Want one?"

"Yes please" she smiled. He began to slowly walk to the kitchen to put on the kettle when he turned around to smile at his daughter who he loved very much. She noticed this and returned his loving gaze.

"Dad?" she asked quietly. "What was her name?"

"Blair Waldorf"