12-17-2023, 11:21 PM
Dor'alanor, my faithful Journal. To another day's training. To another night's sorrow. To my father, whom watches over me.
Father, oh Father. Am I enough? Do you watch upon me; with pride and passion?
Father, oh Father. Do I show potential? Am I to be your successor, your equal, your better?
Father, oh Father. Do you miss me? I miss you.
Father, oh Father. I will make you proud. I will do as you would. As mother would. On the day we meet again, we will share tales, those that you never got tell me. Those that you, assuredly, saw from the ever-onwards.
Father, oh Father. We are worlds apart, but in your blade, we are together. I am your flower, no longer. But I will be far more. It is my promise, and gift. To you in parting.
-Your Flower, Your Lorelai.
Father, oh Father. Do I show potential? Am I to be your successor, your equal, your better?
Father, oh Father. Do you miss me? I miss you.
Father, oh Father. I will make you proud. I will do as you would. As mother would. On the day we meet again, we will share tales, those that you never got tell me. Those that you, assuredly, saw from the ever-onwards.
Father, oh Father. We are worlds apart, but in your blade, we are together. I am your flower, no longer. But I will be far more. It is my promise, and gift. To you in parting.
-Your Flower, Your Lorelai.