I was once told " If I fell over a lover I wouldn't notice ."  Then another day "
Your hearts a swinging brick!"
  To be berated and ridiculed for holding my love's close counsel.
Whilst watching the poison in others dye the cloth, the skin, nay the belligerent SOULS of those they saw happy and envied so that had to hurt.
They care not for my swinging brick nor a fragile heart of a woman now glued together with salty tears, it's life journey a ride they could never envisage nor take nor understand. Yet they judge.
They judge yet not fit to speak your name nor be in thy presence.
I morn not their passing nor degredate their views. I shall not waste pity upon them.
Why? Because I'm your friend and waste not my time upon harbingers