Our rejections are not by actions. They are lingered from miles of manipulations and marinade. Focused on what should be done the rest will soon follow. Speaking in known facts, honest rejections can be cruel. Yet the cruelty shows your definition within the means of your living. Rather than to deny, we long onto holding what could never subside from the heartache we seek other outcomes. But the truth was never meant to be freely, nor kindly put. It is made to remove its bandage against the graze where scraped knees and bruises meet. Our coverings reveal in due time because every wound heals when tended to.