So. Yes. I had yet another mistake on me. I asked the mistake to leave and it agreed. But the alimony I had to pay was a deed for a lifetime. Trust, faith, a bagful of dreams, smiles and a few more precious times of cherish leave with the mistake. I thought, better ask it to stay. It stays and I don't lose much but my mind and myself. So what exactly is the price to pay for one mistake.
So let the mistake die its own death. Do I let a mistake die? Do I pump some more life? Revive a mistake and boast about living a mistake. Nothing seems to be right. If I had done it, it wasnt supposed to be a mistake. It was a part of me now.
Nothing seems to be a mistake. Just one. Everything.
