Time heals all wounds
Time heals all wounds, that's what I've been telling myself every time I'm hurting. The phrase has proven itself many times and frankly, it's easier to recite it to yourself than feel sorry you're hurting.
But not every wound heals with time. Some, despite forgetting about them, hurt again once the object (or the person) that inflicted it appears.
And so I congratulate myself whenever I see someone who hurt me before and feel nothing. It's like perfecting this trade of forgiving and forgetting, something I'm not really good at.
I feel sad though every time there's yearning for someone I shouldn't even be thinking of. Then I repeat that phrase in my head: Time heals all wounds.
Time heals all wounds. Time will make me forget. And move on. (Repeat to self 100x)
But not every wound heals with time. Some, despite forgetting about them, hurt again once the object (or the person) that inflicted it appears.
And so I congratulate myself whenever I see someone who hurt me before and feel nothing. It's like perfecting this trade of forgiving and forgetting, something I'm not really good at.
I feel sad though every time there's yearning for someone I shouldn't even be thinking of. Then I repeat that phrase in my head: Time heals all wounds.
Time heals all wounds. Time will make me forget. And move on. (Repeat to self 100x)