When would this end?I wrote journal after journal, pouring out my feelings and flooding pages with words when all I felt was emptiness.
I longed for the day when the memories wouldn’t hurt anymore, when the weight of the pain wouldn’t feel so heavy, and when I would finally feel a little like myself again.And then, one day, it happened.For so long, I almost didn’t believe the statement “time heals everything”.
Every little memory—even the ones with seemingly the most insignificant details—had the power to control my emotions. One day turned into a week, which turned into a month, and then fall turned into an endless winter.
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