Another Sunday has gone by.
I'm kinda pooped and I don't really have much to say.
Just that it takes a long time to heal from certain wounds. Just like physical wounds, they hurt even after they're healed. I think the hurt at that point is mostly just sadness. Sadness over the fact that things will never be as they once were. Imagine if there was someone who sold ice cream to you alone. Suddenly, that changes and they no longer sell to you, but to someone else. Kinda makes you wary of people who sell ice cream. It's even harder to have to watch them tell other people how to sell ice cream, when they treated you like they did.
Part of life, I suppose.
:)