Today.. She had the experience of having her heart ripped into two. It was over for them. That everything she had shared with him means absolutely nothing now. Those dreams. All meant so much but now nothing. As though it never happened.

It just seemed so perfect. He made her want to do things that she never wanted to do before in her life. He gave her brand new guts and motivation. A reason to wake up in the morning, and to wake up early. A new reason for existing.

But time heals all wounds. But will those wounds heal in the presence of the one who hurt her? Can she leave him without hurting him and someone else? Her pain is physical. She wants to see him but she can't. She finds reasons for hating him because anger's the only way she doesn't think of him.

But it made me think of the verse from Ecclesiastes 3:1

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Perhaps it is what God intended for her, but not now. Perhaps she'll find comfort in that.