LEON IN REAL LIFE

Where should I start? I'm writing about a man who has no story to tell. He doesn't belong to anywhere nor anybody. This man, Leon, is the loneliest man on earth I've ever known. 

I met Leon in a different kind of life, the one you can only imagine. We'd never met face to face but we saw each other through our souls. The case of Leon was a mess. He grew up baring the departure of a parent and later parted from his daughter. He didn't know what a family was but he had a similar one formed with his chosen friends. Leon's life was a fucked-up one. When I knew him, I was so glad that he'd been through enough to understand me, and also that my life wasn't as fucked up as his. There was a part inside of him that died long time ago, before he even knew it existed. Maybe that empty space was the reason for the existence of Leon. He could turn into the wind as his body and soul contained nothing. Nobody would realize the transformation. Not that they didn't care. People cared enough to know he should have been the air. A man who didn't belong to anywhere, belonged to everywhere. Knowing a tiny edge of Leon's life, perhaps a little deceiving one, I feel sympathetic. I couldn't beat his age and that enormous amount of experiences. 

Leon told me to take loss as a gift and never compare myself with anyone. Regardless of his inability to love, I don't feel bad for Leon. I hope someday someone will come and change the distorted, heart-broken man in him. Give him warmth and a reason not to run away. For now, I don't know how this story will go. I'd like to be friends with Leon but he seems inattentive. That should have been my place with most of people I know. If the curtains are falling, I will choose to remember Leon. I have the feeling that one day we will stop seeing and talking to each other. Like looking at myself in the mirror, I'd have to break the glass with my bare hands. It'd cut my skin but that's my intention. Leon should be back to his life, now that he has successfully finished his job.