To The Girl Who Never Stayed

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TO THE GIRL WHO HAS YET TO FIND HER WAY BACK

It has been a long time since you last showed yourself.

It has been three hundred and twenty days since you told me that you have so much to explore outside the city.

I can never say that I have completely forgotten about you. I don't think I would ever be able to do that. You are like the rules my mom set when I was kid, Holly.

I will always have you inside my mind and heart even without anyone reminding me of you.

You are my drug, Holly.

And I have realized that I must have taken too much of you. I got too high, too dreamy that I lost myself in the process.

Know this, I am and I will be better once you have returned.

Not that I am expecting you to, but I will wait, not because I want you back but because I want to show you how much of the old me has evolved.

I am Leo and perhaps, a few years from now I can be Leonardo-the man who has conquered his sorrow and foolishness.

I am writing this for myself. This is a written proof that I have promised myself to move forward and heal.

I am writing this for myself to make my resolve stronger and more real than what my mind says.

Yes, I still cry but now, I have come to terms that it would not make things better.

A man crying is braver than a man who has fought a battle against the terrorists of the dry lands.

But a man knows when to stop crying and start living reality.

And I have reached the end of pitying myself.

I am standing up and I am going to take slow steps until I could say that I am totally over it.

I would not forget, I promise.

But I will be happy.

Now, I understand that I met you not because you are the happiness whom the gods have sent for me, but because you, my dearest Holiday, was meant to make realize that I could be a better man.

You were sent to make me realize that I could and would be happy.

I am a man who knows how and when to accept defeat.

And someday, I will be the man who has enough happiness to share with someone.

To Holly

Where are you?

From Leo.



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