no one can convince me that rick wasn’t an absolute girl dad at heart.
i break for him- for the yearning i can’t help but believe he experiences. his longing for years of tea parties and dress up with his tiny, sparkly psycho; for birthday pancakes and playing dolls; for morning kisses and tickling and piggyback rides; for the struggle of watching her fall in love; for being scared to death she’d have her heart broken, even if she was tough as hell; admiring her in her prom dress; for finding out about his first grandbaby… another little girl to hold and adore; for walking her down the aisle.
his longing for all those years that should’ve been his to have with her, and the irony of who he is now remembering the soft, tender vulnerability that he used to treasure.
all. those. years. and a lifetime more, for his little girl. rightfully his. rightfully hers. but ripped away. stolen.
I'm gonna cry-
