When someone you love was in denial.
Again.. I was on the same wreckage. In the same glass room, but it was more suffocating and torturing. Deep wound, torn scars.
If this is what I must have in order to be a better servant, let it be patience and a believer survivor.
May one day, I can smile and love again.. because what I have now was more than enough.
I was busy searching another half of me, while I have my ultimate complement right inside of me.
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