Even the most anodyne of hearts has its faultline, as soft and tender on the inside as a baby’s arm.
Oh, you can’t tease with one sentence like that and not tell the story. No fair.
Oh, can’t I? >:)
Meanie.
You know, I was in the process of editing that comment, giving the backstory and apologizing—apologizing!—when you called me a meanie. I am wounded, ‘mouse. Grossly wounded. :P
So here’s the story: Old boyfriend has new girlfriend, both of whom I found completely by accident on the internets. Old boyfriend was a mean dog, and fractionally worth the value of the boyfriend who eventually married me, but back in the day he really got to me, and for a split second, there was a pang.
The thing is, I don’t think the pang was for him. I think the pang was for me, or at least for the person I was when I met him. I used to be a lot brighter and sunnier and openhearted and trusting. Afterwards, I was just not the same.
[humble apology]
Aaaaah, I wasn’t really wounded. No apology necessary. First round’s on me.
I’ve just realized how amazing and accurate this Scrine really is… I love it, Bakerina!
Why, thank you, honey. :)