Saturday, March 30, 2013

Forget Me Not

Little Girl,
          
                  I'm writing to you from the end of the world, because I wanted you to know I am okay.

I shouldn't have run out on you like I did, but when you're older you'll begin to understand.

See, I've only just begun to live my life, for me. 

My two greatest fears are behind me and life is blissful.

I'm afraid I'm guilty on two accounts.

For never telling you "I Love You," and for never giving you the advice I feel every young woman needs to hear.

Never, ever, trust those around you, when it comes to love.

See when you get older you'll begin to notice certain obligations and pressures from your peers.

Whatever you do, never lose that light inside you.

Love is not something to toy with or settle on.

Even if you find your closest relationships and family falling prey to the joining of marriage, know that you'll find your true love when the heart wants you to.

So many times I've watched the destruction and conquer of young women throughout the world becoming slave to the first person who gives them any respect.

Promise me you'll never stop chasing around that old willow tree.

Youth is the beauty of life.

It gives you the opportunity to dream and hope.

This is something that was robbed from me at a young age.

My hope is that the person you are meant to find, will be the one that will also round that old tree and never look at it as a burden or oddity.

Remember, little girl, you are beautiful.

Never let anyone sell you anything less.

The boldest act a person can accomplish is choosing their own path.

I Love You.

Always and Forever.

Cecil.

-To love is to dream, but when those dreams are gone, what's left of love?

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