Naive Eve

I had a friend in college when I have just a bajillion nicknames who called me Nevie. She said it should for Naive Eve. Even with all my smarts and wisdom, I still feel that way. Particularly now. Someone that I believed in has been shattered. Into a million billion little pieces. Each of those pieces is like a dagger to my heart.

This doesn't make me love her any less. Nothing would cause that.

But I am so heartbroken over this turn of events. I felt yesterday as if I finally understood why ancient Jews tore their clothes and poured ashes on their heads. I wanted to. I told B that I felt as if I were in mourning. Mourning for the potential and greatness that I saw in flickers around her.

I am better today. It still hurts and I'm really not sure when we will sit down with her. B had a job interview in town today. He seems to think that it went really well. He (as always) has been really great and given me several extras hugs. We're hiding away for the fourth though. No phones, lock the doors and pull down the shades kind of hiding. Very good balm for the souls of both of us.

Good day and I'll be back Thursday.