Forewarning

As I put on a freshly pair of jeans that had just come out of the dryer, I felt on the right side back pocket a piece of paper that had been left behind.  I unfolded what seemed to be the remnants of a movie stub, probably for Mark Wahlberg's "The Fighter", and discovered that the once pink cardstock was completely bleached out with the exception of the following phrase:

Tickets are valid only for the day of the showing.

With a simple wash that stain which I called a memory was out.  This wouldn't have stung as much as it did if it were not for the actions and words said in the last couple of days.  There has been repent, never-ending tears, unspoken words brought to life and broken hearts. But with all that said and done, I feel like everything is once again undone. 

I don't know if I am reading too much into this, but the lack of uncertainty scares me.