Hurt

We forget sometimes how much the world can hurt. It can hurt people we love; people we don't; people caught in the middle; even people who'd give anything if they could just never ever be hurt again. But sometimes the hurt can't be avoided. It's just coming at us and can't be stopped. It's in us and can't be seen. Or it's lying next to us in dark, waiting. 

But sometimes, it doesn't come at all. Sometimes we get this other thing, that flutters down out of nowhere and stays just long enough to give us hope. Sometimes, rarely, barely, but just when we need it the most and expect it the least, we get a break.