I can pretend that words don't hurt me, but they do. A dark shadow has been cast on a sunny day. To understand why the effluvia began is futile, as I have rehashed every circumstances of our demise considerably. Asthenia has taken over as I accede to negativity. Perhaps this was the goal in the beginning. I am not implying that it was the intention to enervate, but possibly, jealousy seethed and became the malignant growth of distress within his soul.
For me, the pain will be momentary. The wound will return to health. I am fearful that his heart will remain obdurate and unable to heal.