Intuition

From a young age, intuition and sense have been my best friends.
Perhaps it was just heightened sense of right and wrong.
Walking into a room and you realise something's changed.
Through speech, subtle body languages, you know something is wrong.
The mind rummages through stored images, words, actions.
One by one, they're all pieced together.
A story is told.
One of tears and heartbreak. Fuelled with stubborness and denial.
The physical sense yearns to move on, the mind tells the eyes to look the other way.
It might be better.
Someday.