Questa è Enida

There was something else on my mind when I started out this whole journey. But I guess, as I later found out,  it wasn’t just up to my mind to control how it started, let alone how it ended. I wanted my space and I wanted my time. So I asked. But by the time I asked, I had already been tired for a long time. So tired, I wasn’t just dragging my feet. I was dragging my entire sanity to comprehend how a relationship could go so very wrong. And if sanity ever had its entirety, we were supposed to be starting over in a new place in the first place. Together.

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So things went wrong. As wrong as tainting one’s home, where the second-chance was supposed to take place, with one’s incapability of being faithful for the nth time. And so things went more wrong when it wasn’t supposed to be found out but it was. And when things went even more wrong, one could blame the carpet where it was all supposed to be swept under. That something else I had on my mind when I started out this whole journey was nothing else but cleaning out what was under the carpet. Unfortunately there was no carpet. It was all a pile of dirt. All.

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I wasn’t granted time, nor was I space.
This whole new journey is God’s grace.

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