Always Be My Baby

Sooner or later she'll leave him, but he can feel that she's rock solid to be placed in any weather or soil. He wanted her to become more than he was when he was younger. The lines on her palms says it all, that she's going to be a diamond soon to be discovered, someone who can change the face of her own fate. 

Though she rarely convey what she feels inside, he knows exactly who she is and how her emotions are like a furball. He knows she fell in love but never did he question anything about it. He knows she was hurt when he heard her sighs while sitting by herself, looking up to the grey skies. She, the fragile child seems stronger from the outside but frails like a melting ice cube silently. Her confidence is slowly melting like the sweat on her palm, the rush of blood to the head. 

Her laughters, her witty jokes when she was 5 and her sweet dimple from photographs of her youth made him a better man all these years. He's giving her hand away soon, but every night before he sleeps he would stare at a photograph of her, that he keeps by his bedside. An image of the two most beautiful women he had seen in his good life. 

With hopes that she hears it when she wakes up in the morning, he'd say to himself the words he wrote 10 years ago at the back of the photograph: "You'll always be my baby."