A month. No word. Nothing whatsoever. Trying to quash it from my thoughts. Trying to keep hope alive.
A year. No word. I'd like to think of it as not such a big deal, but pangs of wondering still surface on occasion.
Why is it people you rely on can disappoint so badly? Do they not realise how much it can hurt another?
I am, however, blessed with some amazing, beautiful people in my life to get me through.
