Click.

That's how the phone conversation ended last night. I sat there silently thinking and wondering in my own disappointment, "why this," or "why that" and have been up since I hung up the phone to the one I thought I would share the rest of my life with and build a family out of the love God created in me.

Instead of click, I wanted to hear, "Melissa I love you. I love Tien-Tien. I have made a way for you to come back into my life, and I am going to honor you as you ought to have been."

CLICK.

Double CLICK CLICK.

Lord, I don't want to be bitter, but the love inside of me has been dried up by a river of salty tears.

I keep telling myself, "be thankful for what I have, and not for what I don't."

I still can't let things go. I hurt too much. I want to hear him tell me he loves me and desires to spend an eternity with me. I want our house to be a home. I want to feel his arms wrapped up around me and just rest in them.

Reality really hurts a broken heart.

A Savior can forgive but can a broken heart and broken dreams ever be repaired?