AN: I own nothing... although I wish I did.
Sydney
Dad.
One word.
A relationship that usually means the world.
But not to me.
Dad.
You left me alone.
You sank into a pit of despair,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
And you never came out.
Dad.
I thought you would be there.
I thought that you would stay to comfort your baby girl.
But you didn't.
Dad.
I love you.
You mean everything to me,
Even if the feeling isn't mutual.
Dad.
Not just a word.
A person that should be that one safe place.
The one who should be my shoulder to cry on.
But you weren't.
Because you forgot yourself.
Forgot me.
Jack
Sydney.
My daughter.
My little girl.
But not anymore.
Sydney.
I know you think I left.
I know you think I discarded you,
But I didn't.
Sydney.
I was there.
Through all the track meets and band concerts.
Through everything.
Even though you didn't know it.
Sydney.
I love you.
You mean everything to me.
Even if the feeling isn't mutual.
Sydney.
Not just my daughter.
My everything.
And it will always be that way.
P.S. I hope you liked it... just something I thought up while I was at the computer one night and listening to some pretty freakin' aswesome piano music... review!