It's yet another Sunday. You wake up with sorrow. You feel giddy going to church. A chill goes through your body during heavenly worship. You take notes during first service; it's uplifting. Sleep fights for you during the second.

A delicious, yet prompting lunch occurs next. You sit in silence debating if you should speak or not. You say silence, sadden.

Later you tell him. You talk with tears pouring from your eyes. It's helps. It's just another, normal Sunday.