Losing the love you have painstakingly treasured is like
losing a limb, the phantom pain flourishing in your mind again and again and
again even when you recognized that it is a lost cause; more like picking on
the scab on your skin, digging underneath only to unearth the wounds, reliving
the pain, the sadness, the misery all over again. The healing process, all the
art of moving on, is factored into the sands of time. Hopefully, they are right
when they said, “time heals all wounds”.
1 comment:
I looked thru my bible but it gave и̣̣̣̥☺ remedy to lost love. Maybe hrts arε never meant to break and pain not dealt..Time heals all wounds.. I wish it erased the scars.
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