It hurt. Like a deep aching in a heart, I never knew I had. I cried. Like a river flowing after a rain, that got too bad. It stung. Like a bunch of bees, defending their stash of honey. I yelled. Like a lady, after someone had taken all her money. It got better. Like a rainbow coming, after a deadly rain. I healed. Like a women in church, after dealing with too much pain.