Dearest ((((Belle))))....it hurts to allow a person in to the secret place that is yet a garden with tender flowers ...doesn't it?They are not careful...sometimes our flowers are trodden upon.....I am trying to build a walkway through my hearts garden darling.But the path stones are heavy...so hard to carry and to know where to set them down.I have begun building the wall back up around my garden.Hopefully it will be stronger.Included will be stones of self love,good deeds...learning,self discovery.My heart is broken too and I really do not think the pain fully recedes.I do not think I have ever loved in this way b4.I don't think it passes.It may get easier.Maybe if we keep trying to do things to be well ...and to look inside and find our little packages of self worth and fondle the sweeter of the memories we have loved and built.Noone can take that from you.(((Belle)))).....Please find me if you need me.Are you alright now? Resting?...Are you taking good care of you hun?.....WO.olfie