The Art Of Letting Go.

TAOLG 9.

Everything was wrong with my life. Nothing seemed right anymore and it was as if I was cursed. As I curled up in the floor, leaning next to my bed, all I could think of was that. Why was God so cruel to me? Why was life so cruel to me? I knew not. But I knew I didn't deserve such sadness. Silently, the door to my room opened and someone walked in. I partially hoped it to be Danny but then again, I didn't want to face him right now. But to my surprise, it was my father that came and sat beside me.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I exclaimed, wiping my tears.

"I had to make sure my daughter wasn't cutting herself," he stated. I smiled.

"No, I wouldn't do that," I said, looking down. For a few minutes, we didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. But before that, my father spoke first.

"You know Nicole, it's okay to love someone you have no future with. In fact, its okay to love your best friend too." he said, and a tear slipped out. I knew he was talking about Danny. I didn't have to be intelligent to know it.

"How did you know, daddy?" I asked, sobbing.

He sighed and leaned back, "It's obvious. The way you looked at him and despised Tatia, it was obvious. I'm not deaf, Nicky. I hear you crying at night and I hear you talking to Danny and how sad you seem when he and Tatia are together. I'm a father, I know my daughter."

That made me cry even more and without thinking, I flung my arms around father's neck and hugged him. When he told me that, I realised how much I loved Danny and how much I had lost him.

"I love him, daddy," I whispered into his chest and I burried my face in his shirt and cried.

He patted my back, "It's okay to fall in love."

"But he doesn't love me." I sobbed.

"And it's equally okay to let go," he said, rubbing my back.

"I can't, daddy, I can't." I told him.

He sighed and planted a kiss on the top of my head, "Sometimes, you have to."

After ten minutes of an emotional breakdown in front of my dad, he finally helped me to get cleaned. His words still hovered around my brain, even after he left.

'Sometimes, you have to' he had said.

I didn't go out after that. I didn't even see Danny, no matter how much I wanted to. Maybe my dad was right. Sometimes, I had to.

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