A Small and Skinny Kind of Hurt

A Small and Skinny Kind of Hurt

           Strange how small and skinny a hurt can be when it first arrives, how memory comes along and fattens it up into some crushing thing. Strange, too, how much easier it can be to feel hurt than to feel loved. But it’s a funny thing, forgiveness–I forgive you, you forgive me. We forgive we.
           Things just work out that way, sometimes.