prettyboylite
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A few years ago, my dad asked me to grab some paperwork from his desk while he was out of town.
As I was looking through the drawer, I found an unsealed envelope with my name on it.
Curiosity got the better of me.
I opened it.
Inside was a handwritten letter he'd apparently been updating over the years. It wasn't meant to be read yet. It was full of things he'd never said out loud, how proud he was of me, the mistakes he felt he'd made as a father, advice for my future, and a line that still sticks with me:
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I folded it back up exactly the way I found it.
I never told him I read it.
He's still alive, healthy, and has no idea I know what was in that letter.
Every time he tells me he loves me now, I wonder if I should confess that I already know everything he wanted to say.
But if I tell him, I'll also have to admit that I invaded his privacy and read something he trusted me not to.
So I keep pretending I never saw it.
As I was looking through the drawer, I found an unsealed envelope with my name on it.
Curiosity got the better of me.
I opened it.
Inside was a handwritten letter he'd apparently been updating over the years. It wasn't meant to be read yet. It was full of things he'd never said out loud, how proud he was of me, the mistakes he felt he'd made as a father, advice for my future, and a line that still sticks with me:
>
I folded it back up exactly the way I found it.
I never told him I read it.
He's still alive, healthy, and has no idea I know what was in that letter.
Every time he tells me he loves me now, I wonder if I should confess that I already know everything he wanted to say.
But if I tell him, I'll also have to admit that I invaded his privacy and read something he trusted me not to.
So I keep pretending I never saw it.


