Funny how listening to your best girlfriend talk about her broken heart and how she never saw that coming, suddenly enlightens your own perspective. Sorta like that Windex commercial. Spray a little blue wisdom, wipe away the dirt as your space you realize must be decluttered from those who carry your heart in their box of tools. With the glass free of dirt and smudges that distort and disrupt your comfortable reality, the bright sun shines thru, living area flooded with bold colors, happy birds and outdoor creatures now clearly visable and full of promise, the leafy green potted plant turns towards the clear glass and grows healthy, while me, I run smack dab , probably breaking my nose cause my whole face really hurts, right into it. Sonic Boom! Wow, sure didn't see that one coming.
What I have figured out is that I have nothing figured out. I am so sorry you are hurting my sweet friend. We can sit up all night, talk out the bad stuff, cry a little(cause someone that hurts you that much is not worth a river of tears), just feel what you feel. Weeping may last through the night but Joy comes with the morning. Pslam 30:5 KJV
Heart hurts are the worst kind.
Love you for all of my life. kisses
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