It was a fateful day. We sat on the porch. The night was quiet. I was hearing the chirping of crickets. The bags were already by the door. And I even pretended not to notice.
So I heard, when they said, you look at me and said, it's not just for a while. But who knew what might happen and what to be. And this could mean forever. So I did ask to stay. I knew your heart better. I needed to choose something that was very important.
But before you started to walk away, I said to myself softly, promise me this. And I saw you raise your eyebrow. Then I said to you, promise me you will find what you are looking for. And when you do, don't forget the place you came from. Go back and help the people there.
And I saw how you smiled and nodded and agreed with me. So, then you left. But those were your first steps. You kept fading into the dark and I kept missing you.
I still sat on the porch sometimes listening to the night, wondering the day you will ever keep that promise. But I still believe in you.
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