The Last Stroke

To The Girl Who Never Stayed

TO THE GIRL WHO NEVER STAYED.

This is the last time that I am going to write you a letter.

I have finally found my destination and I am ready to sail away.

As a matter of fact, I just realized how brighter my life is when I met Indiana.

Holiday, we are off to a tropical country they call, Philippines- an archipelago at South east of Asia. No more winter, no more reason to find somebody else to cuddle with. No more reason to miss you.

You were my blanket Holiday. You were my safe place.

I already packed my bags, or should I say our bags. Indiana and mine.

I must admit, it felt weird to do things with someone. I let her pack my underwear and I helped her pack hers.

But at the same time, it felt natural, like I have been doing it for a long time.

Okay, maybe not the packing.

I love stealing kisses from her.

I love purposely brushing my fingers against hers.

I love being her man.

I love that she loves me too.

Oh God, I love her.

But last night, I had the comfort of lying alone on our king-sized bed while she showered.

And I had thoughts of you... of what we could have been.

I wondered if it would feel the same.

I wondered if our love could be as much of a haven as Indiana and mine.

I wondered if we are going to have five kids or just two.

I wondered if you will prefer living on a tropical island or on a country with four seasons.

I heard the bathroom door opened and saw her, Holiday. I felt bad for thinking about you.

I love her, and I have a future to spend with her.

She is not you, and for the first time in my entire life, I was glad she was not.

To Ms. Holiday Perkins

I got married Holiday. Where are you?

From Leonardo.