If you had told me five years ago that the woman I loved and that loved me would totally shut me out, but that I would be in love with someone else, I would have gotten very angry.
I wonder where I will be in five years. I have daydreams, but no certainties.
I sometimes still have a sense of wonder about life, and I am sometimes still pleasantly surprised. But I have learned much about pain, and it has the ability to color everything else.