once I broke up Flar. I can't even say now, whether it lasted a day or an hour; it was eternity. And I'd only known him then for a short year and a half.
I thought I knew what I was doing; I was wrongwrongwrongwrong.
It was my doing, and God granted me that it could be undone.
This wasn't my doing, but the hurt is like no other that I've ever felt.
I'm such a spoiled child, to never have learned how to cope with this kind of loss.