A small tale of woe for sure and for certain is the one of Ralph and Diane. For empty heartfelt promises was their modus of relationship killing operandi, and it must be known that they shared equally in the execution. Hence disillusion and regret with a liberal sprinkling of anger was all that was left when they finally crept away from the rotting corpse and parted ways.
Only to be swept up into the arms of the One whose promises are steadfast and eternal, thus receiving peace and healing in His veracity, surety, and unconditional love, guaranteed eternally by the resurrection of his Son. A treasure worth all costs, even years of walking through fire and ice.
Still, it is not a case of alls well that ends well, for the still small voice of the One was not heeded before the multitudes of killing thrusts were administered to what could, and should have been, thus, even though Ralph and Diane are happily alive in Him, they remain today, and forever, uncharted universes apart.