it's dolly,

and i feel happy with my daddy. i've stopped seeing any other man i'm with besides him and i've stopped going home despite the calls and threats i've received from my father. i've stopped waking up before he wakes up because i like feeling his fingertips trace my skin and setting me on fire and it feels like i'm the sun, and he's scared to touch me. that's why he calls me dolly he insists, he insists that i'm fragile and perfect in his eyes like a doll. i've decorated our apartment with stars everywhere and love letters that i write him during school. (i make sure to dot my i's with extra hearts) and they're blue, his favorite. daddy has a list on the fridge called operation fix dolly and everyday we do something that makes me smile even before we start the adventure and i always try to tell him we don't need these things to do because he's the reason behind me being fixed. and as i finish this off, i want everyone to know i love him. i love his dimpled smile that occurs when i laugh or tell him puns, i love how he understands that when i'm shaking its because of traumas. i love how he gets me and more importantly, i love how we've fixed each other, from me going to many guys to one guy and from him not wanting to live to him insisting his life is the fullest it's ever been with me in it. i have to go now,

love,

dolly