It does seem possible that wounds can heal - it doesn't mean no scars, only that the wounds stop bleeding.
I suppose it helps that someone bears your likes/dislikes in mind, offering to meet you mid-way instead of his way. It's pretty cool to rediscover a certain kindness about the person - good-naturedly giving up his seat to an elderly woman because I thought of giving mine up.
It's also neat that the person doesn't lament your errands & offers a compromise to meet you for supper when he knows he can't do lunch with you.
I suppose this is plenty different from the apparent rejection I've been accustomed to.
While all these seem like silver linings of a dark cloud, unfortunately, it's still the dark cloud I'm holding on to. The cloud that I want... Even if it's the thunderstorm I'm so afraid of.
It's not the comfort in the sun I seek, but the solace that the rain hides my tears in each drop, each...
Feather.
At least some well wishes for the long week ahead were much appreciated because someone cared enough to know what I was going through. So thank you. (:
#hechosetheprettyplasterstosealtheopenwounds
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