The Cigarette Song

this is for personal ranting purposes only. please dont feel obligated to read it. at all.

i thought i found the perfect guy. charming. sweet. there for me. talented. trustworthy. cute. called me every night before we fell asleep, because he wanted too. wrote me songs. easy to talk to, the uncanny and amazing ability to make me smile no matter what. we had the worlds most amazing conversations. we had big plans together.
i guess, because of my prior mentioned inability to keep a relationship. i messed it up. Which leads me to the following conclusion.

i should only date my father and before you start thinking incest, thats not what i mean. when i was younger, my dad and i used to have "dates" days that would just be me, and him. we'd go out for coffee, or what ever my heart desired. they were by far the best dates i had ever been on, he opened every door, treated me like a princess, we had amazing conversations about anything ad everything, we made plans for the future. He is the one and only guy in my life that treats me right, and keeps his plans with me. he didn't laugh at me when i couldn't dance, he never broke my heart, and he means the world to me. He is always there for me, no matter the issue, no matter how much he is disappointed in me. Other girls aren't as lucky as i am. some have terrible fathers, some have no father. but for me, the guy i date, has some pretty high standards to live up to. happy fathers day dad.