All you needed to do was to take the next step. Put down that bag. Unexpecting anything. 

And there at your door step you felt the first wave of forgiveness and understanding. 

It will be ok. Somehow. 

Difficult it is to go through the day where everything and everyone is a challenge and battle. They demand to be heard and answered. The tears of yesterday still lingers on the lines of your face and the remains hides behind your lids temporarily, ever ready to fall. The word of thanks no longer leaves an imprint. And the weight on your shoulders have left you on the floor. 

The same blank notification is silent and neglecting. It resounds the fact that you are forgotten and one sided all along. 

Why do you feel insignificant, standing facing the wind alone.

Often damages made are by unthought words being said. 

Saying "sorry" merely sends the message to the mind. 

But the heart refuses to listen and clutches on the gapping knife pierced hole with feeble attempt to stop the bleeding and suffocating feeling of hurt. 

It is less rationale and much more fragile than the mind. 

To repair or soothe the heart means attempting to restore that level of trust again, strong enough to withstand another blow most often by you.