And so they left.

I have never thought that an already empty house can become emptier when someone you love leaves.

I have, however, thought many times that the space we are always trying to occupy in our rooms remains empty in our soul unless someone comes and embraces our silence, thoughts and most of all, suffering.

It took me a few years to become comfortable in my own space, in my own little world and the change I went through caused me a lot of pain that, very often, I did not know how to explain.

The major discussion point around the pain has always been the empty space and the thought of not filling it in or not being able to grasp it. It seemed to me that getting a bigger place, having a bigger home would help in feeling comfortable, but that was just another illusion I fell for, thinking a bigger home would be the saving point I needed, to be able to leave some of the pain behind.

I thought to myself – the less things ...