The stories have happened.
They are just not yet written.
Here, at least.
And so, the door has been opened.
Just that…I am still standing here,
watching and guarding it,
ever so ready tu jump
and either close that door on love,
or walk out on my own strength.
My heart is not made of steel.
p.s. Wait a while with and for me. It is a long story, to tell you the truth. For the truth is always a longer story, if one is to tell all.
Questa è Enida 
edrick never fails to impress me with all his poses.. love the pic
Take all the time, we’ll be right here waiting.
hi enida…
care to share the saga in ur with me…by the way…try this…acceptance…maybe the word …consider it….
my faith in u ..enida..ur can do it…
c u