wiped away. clean slate. my life couldn't be better right now, she thought to herself as she took a sip from the glass of marvellously aged pinot noir. the metamorphosis is complete. a change, a new direction, a new heart. same face.
she drew herself up from slouching on the couch, smile never leaving her face as she thought back about her life and what a mess it used to be. how often do people get a second chance? and how many would kill for one? too many.
she knew. she knew what she had to do. she knew who she could trust, who she could leave it up to and most importantly, who she could rely on.
rationalise. think before acting. sometimes, it is better to have head come before heart, before emotions run amok, that is.
and what a beautiful thing it is that she now knew it all. knowledge is, as they say, wealth. but no, she did not greed information nor insight nor foresight, for that matter. no. she left it all up to Him. He knows best, she thought confidently. He made her to be who she was today. He made her.
she grinned as a familiar voice, the voice belonging to the one who mattered most, beckoned her back to bed.
she drew herself up from slouching on the couch, smile never leaving her face as she thought back about her life and what a mess it used to be. how often do people get a second chance? and how many would kill for one? too many.
she knew. she knew what she had to do. she knew who she could trust, who she could leave it up to and most importantly, who she could rely on.
rationalise. think before acting. sometimes, it is better to have head come before heart, before emotions run amok, that is.
and what a beautiful thing it is that she now knew it all. knowledge is, as they say, wealth. but no, she did not greed information nor insight nor foresight, for that matter. no. she left it all up to Him. He knows best, she thought confidently. He made her to be who she was today. He made her.
she grinned as a familiar voice, the voice belonging to the one who mattered most, beckoned her back to bed.
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