Ouch

The silliest things can aggravate an old wound.

Things I expected to hurt, like my wedding band, photos and dress, feel oddly distant. A reminder of a different time, one that was special but is now gone.

But I'm shocked how a snippet of dialogue, half-heard, from a commercial or TV show, had the power to send me spiralling. What could have, should have, been, had things been different. How at one point, things weren't broken.

Pocket-sized. One nonsensical phrase, meaningless to anyone else, that left me sobbing on the sofa, remembering what it felt like to be loved. And wishing, not so much for a return to that time, but to feel like that again.