Years since I last saw her in real life but not that much since I felt her presence in the pictures I had on my wall, not much since I saw her smile in one of the pictures that I had stacked up.

I've always felt like some stalker, with them in a box right beside my bed, her paintings on my walls, and her memories as my thoughts ...

I remembered her vividly and that became a habit... Since her thoughts never left me.

Not even once...

And only one man knew about that _my crazy of a father_. And to know that he was the one to plan all of this, somehow reminded me just how great this man was.

Yes, it's been years, but she still had her attitude just like before.. The news of her marriage was like a blow to me and a month ago the news of her divorce was the best thing to hear... What I'd never expected was my father's help; my father having my back and supporting me from behind the scenes.

I was given a chance to get her this time and trust me when I say I'm so NOT letting go again!