heartache

I spent Friday night in TrC, looking up info, not too stressful or surprising, really. Sometimes you just know when something's coming at you, but even that intuition can't help the hurt.

So it went Saturday night as I feared: exclusion, separation, distance, coolness to indifference. The funny part, if there is one, is that I was dreading having to say no more, then he beat me to the punch without saying anything at all.
photo courtesy john s flannery