To the one that goes away.
Today, I thought about hugging you.
I thought about telling you that everything is going to be alright.
Of what comes tomorrow, I cannot dare to tell you, or try to speculate; For, I can only comfort you about what has been, and what you are.
I cannot tell you that your job is gonna get better, or that your career is going to reach higher and higher until the whole world echoes of it.
I would never be able to guarantee that the girl is going to come back to you.
Your muscles might waver, your eyes whiten, and your face wrinkle, but your soul will remain.
Do not linger to false hopes, the past, or the future.
Neither of those exist for your own good.
So, today, please stop thinking, and let me hug you.
To you, the one who always drifts away; not from others, but from yourself.
To me. And perhaps to you.
Breathe, it’s going to be alright.
