Tomboy

#14. Courage

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___________________________Lyric

I was so happy when Milo came Sunday morning, looking like a train wreck. He'd grown himself a little beard in the little while I'd gone but I'd only picked on him for a while about it before I let him off the hook. It must have been the long drive but it didn't really matter. I let him crash in my room and he practically slept through the whole day. He woke up around six pm and after that we started watching scary movies. We slept around three in the morning and I knew I'd regret it the next morning but I didn't mind.

It felt like old time back at Green Lake when he and I used kill each other's schedules and laugh at each other. I missed Milo so much it hurt. I wanted to hit him over the head for being so missable.

But what I recall the most from last night was our conversation. Milo had brought it up even when I didn't want to, but he told me I had to talk about it.

"So what are you gonna do?" He asked, practically spooning me in the middle of the bed but I didn't wriggle out because I was used to it because we were both too big to sleep spaciously on one bed.

"About what?" I asked, pulling the covers higher over my head.

"You know what." He said, and I could imagine him rolling his eyes, yet I could still feel the seriousness radiating from him.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said, pulling the covers tighter over myself.

"But it's still gonna weigh you down so you better let me go down with you." I heard Milo say, his voice soothing and heart warming.

"I want to forget it ever happened." I sighed, taking my head out from under the cover so I wouldn't suffocate.

"Let me quote Albert Einstein for you." He said, hugging my tighter, "He said; in order to succeed your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure."

What was he trying to say? That I was afraid of failing? Failing what?

"And I'll quote you Nelson Mandela." I retorted. "He said; don't judge me by my success, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again."

"Good," he said, "Pick yourself up off the ground because you're sure as hell too good to let this hold you down."

This is why I loved Milo, he inspired me to become better. He never held my flaws against me but instead showered me with his fondness of my bravery and abilities.

"Hold yourself up, Ric because you have courage." He said and I could feel his smile and his love through his soft encouraging words.

"But what is courage, Milo? All people tell me is to be good, have courage and be strong but what is it to be these things because to be honest, I have no idea." I whispered and I could feel the tears pricking my eyelids on the verge of breaking loose.

"Courage is being scared out of your mind but still choosing to get back up on your feet. Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I'll tmrrw again tomorrow'. Courage is loving yourself enough to realise you deserve a happy life. You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one."

A wiped at a stray tear that slipped down my check and onto the pillow, making sure that Milo was unaware of my emotions. I couldn't let him down like this but I had enough of trying for others, but he wanted this for me. He was putting me before himself because he cared. Unlike all the curious bystanders he wouldn't stand by until he knew I was doing the right thing. He wouldn't sugarcoat my mistakes just to make me feel better but he'd tell me straight up so I wouldn't make a fool of myself the next time I was in a similar situation. Because he was Milo, and all he wanted was the best for me.