Marriage...

September 2009.

I left this house to get married.

Not with doubt, but with a heart full of hope and hands open to the life ahead.

Nights before, I’d sit on that old balcony, glass of wine in hand, wrapped in silence and soft questions: “Are you ready?”

And I was. I loved fully. I chose with faith.

It’s no accident that my entrance song was Only Time by Enya.

Because only time knows what we can’t yet name.

Only time reveals what love alone cannot carry.

Now, almost sixteen years later,

I find myself here again.

Not to promise forever,

but to gather what’s left of me

and begin again.

To grieve.

To breathe.

To heal.

Same balcony. Same sky.

But this time, I’m not waiting for an answer.

This time, I am the answer.

Alone… and becoming whole.