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Let Go.
The day I met you, I knew I would need you in my life. But I also knew I wasn't ready to let go of my previous scar, the wound was still healing and I knew I had to mend it myself, without any help, especially not your help. So I waited. And I waited in vain. It's been a while and in that while, I learned to heal and I learned to leave you behind. But I have to admit that I was scared of seeing you again because I knew my scar would glow again once my eyes would lay on you. So I tried to be distant, but it was inevitable: I saw you again and you smiled. And that's when I decided that I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. Your smile slowly became the reason of mine; and that's where I went wrong. For the first time, I admit I was wrong. I wanted you to hold my hand but we both weren't ready. So I chose to take it slowly and slow down my pace, I took smaller steps. But I lost. Now, once again, my fear came to life. I don't want to let go, even though I know I have to. I've never praised the Lord, but I swear that every night I look at the Moon and think of you; I look at the Moon and ask to protect me from what I want, what I need. I ask the Moon to protect me from my heart and the love it feels towards you. But I need to be protected from myself first, because I am the one who decided to look your way. I am the one who decided your smile will be my happiness. I am the one who went wrong and I am the one who needs to let go, even if I feel like I can't. And I don't think I will ever be able to. I look at you and all I can think about is how much I want to be next to you, how much I want to kiss you lips. But I never think of letting go. It's because I don't want to.
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