That love

When my dad died I sat in his room on his bed. There was a picture of me taped to his wall. With some decorative Christmas tape. Seeing that picture made me cry. The only man to love me LIKE THAT is gone. Don't get me wrong, I have been loved and will probably be loved again (provided I stop being too cautious to ever give my number out). But THAT kind of love from a man is over. Sometimes I have feels about that.