After three days of travelling through Bolivia, Linda, Joost, Esther, Matt, Valerie and me, reached Uyuni. 3 days filled up with UNO, a painful hit on the head, (cigarette) butts, beautiful sceneries, conversations throughout wine, bumps and shaking, altitude (max around 4800m), coca leaves, shared music, and ultimately, frustration. Tiredness overtook us, as some feelings did, specially in my case…
Somewhat, I felt the deepest of all hearts, all over again. Of course it is not the same, but it ended 3-1. Now, more intense, more than a hundred hours shared. As bonds grew, so did a relationship too feared (or -ironically, falsely- uninteresting) to begin with. Too many games of advance and retreat… I did everything I could -and more-, though now I would change some things I did. Not a lost chance for me. Lost some self-appreciation, won some kindness. Grew bitter. Fortunately I know wounds tend to cure quicker now.
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