All the days run together. Your old friends turn to acquaintances. The memories may eventually fade. But you can only stay numb for so long. All it takes is a whisper, a scent, a faint memory and the pain rushes back. You can push it away, but inevitably, it comes back. Back with the realization that maybe things changed for the best. New things happen and the fuzzy edges become clearer. Maybe he was right. There was no spark. The rush, the butterflies, the rapid heartbeat wasn’t there. Slowly, the old acquaintances turn into new friends. And “the one” finally becomes your best friend. Maybe it was bad timing, or maybe it was the world’s way of saying “fuck off.” The reason doesn’t matter. Someone very wise once told me: “It all gets better with time.” I never woke up with the realization that I was over it, and there was never a flashing sign that told me everything was okay. Or maybe there was and I was too blind to see it. Not only does time wound all heels, but it heals all wounds.
-C
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