the end...

have a good night.

 

if you read this just as it is written it is a seemingly benign sentiment.  a pleasantry from one human being to another.  a message filled with warmth.  a feel good moment of connection with someone who means you no harm.

 

the problem is humans don't always say what they mean.  we have all purpose statements.  sometimes we say them and mean exactly what they say and other times we same them out of habit, and then there are times we say them hoping that the recipient will understand what we are too cowardly to say outloud.

 

those four words, have a good night, were delivered laced with acid.  they read with a finality that i never saw coming or ever expected to receive.  when i read them my breath caught in my throat, my stomach flipped over and a tear ran down my face.  i was intensely mad, immensely hurt and in complete shock.

 

as much as i believe everything happens for a reason i cannot see why this turn of events has happened.  most of the time this seems to be the case.  we invest in things that crumble.  could it be just a human flaw or is there a purpose for our lack of vision?