We don't talk much or even see each other since I moved out. 

I don't know how to act around you because I've never had anyone

like you in my life.

I've grown up seeing people with someone like you and

always wondered what it was like. 

I even asked some of them, "What's it like to have a dad?" 

The thing is they don't know how to answer because it's like trying to describe 

what water taste like. 

It's a hard thing to describe, but I know how to now if someone asked me.

I would tell them, "He's just a regular dude. He's someone who doesn't really

understand who I am, but on another level be the only who does. 

He's someone you can depend on, and won't ask for anything in return because

that's just the kind of person he is. He'll do the little things that most people

don't really think about, like check your oil or buy you really ugly orange bedsheets 

because he knows your favorite color was orange."

Simple things you do makes me so grateful that you met my mom and came into 

our lives.