WHEN ONE OF US DIE.

Another day passed, but I'll remember this day for a long time to come.

What happened today was that I talked to someone, someone who's been around for a long time in my life but we never really talked.

My father. Call it my bad luck but we didn't knew each other before today. I don't know what exactly happened, some question came to my mind and just sat there. Do I know my parents? Do they know me? I guess I know my mother but do I know my father? Do we all really know our fathers?

And one of the question that made me had this conversation was, "What if one of us die, can he say he knew his son? Can I say I knew my dad?"

He doesn't know about my first kiss, my first time having sex, the first time I smoked or drank, the first time I bunked school, and what not.! He doesn't know about my girlfriend, my exes, how I behave around them, he doesn't know what I did in that trip in kasol, he doesn't how I deal with my breakups and how I deal with my relationships, he doesn't know which beer I like, which film I love the most, which TV series I like, he doesn't know anything about me.

He never asked, but I didn't ask him either. I don't know anything about my father either.

I don't know all the things I mentioned above when it comes to him. Both of us don't know each other being in each others vicinity for so long. Where did we go wrong? Or are we even wrong? What is the point of knowing all this stuff? Is the fact that he'll always love me not enough? I don't know the answers to all these questions.

But today, I talked to my father. And I don't know how much I succeeded but I know him more than I've always known him.

Idk.