My body hates me. She refuses to work with me. I gave her some pampering- rest, massage, a bath. But she still complains. She says, "He's done havoc on me! My heart is split in half, my mind tortured by his harsh words, my soul is in knots. It's like he beat me with a stick, crushed me with a rock, and left me to die."
I asked her, "What can I do for you?"
She replied timidly, "Give me time to heal my broken heart, time to digest his words, time to reflect on my wounds."
"How long will that take?" I demanded.
She regrettably replied, "A lifetime."
I asked her, "What can I do for you?"
She replied timidly, "Give me time to heal my broken heart, time to digest his words, time to reflect on my wounds."
"How long will that take?" I demanded.
She regrettably replied, "A lifetime."
