FOR A MOMENT,

FOR A MOMENT, it seemed to me that I had met someone who tore my dry heart out by the roots and generously poured Betadine on it to heal and restore it.

But, for reasons left unspoken, that uprooted heart simply slipped back into its place - and will probably grow back there for a lifetime. Not meant to be. C’est la vie.

I place everything in the hands of the Lord and stop worrying. That’s it. Only prayer and strong tea with lemon. Sometimes honey too, but that’s already childish indulgence.

So… who’s giving away cats by the dumpsters these days? Are the lines long?

Yours (with a broken heart), Nata Che