I don’t remember growing up, I can’t remember when I stopped asking for goodnight kisses or sliding into my parent’s bed after having a nightmare. I don’t remember when my morning routine changed from getting out of bed for breakfast to staying in and convincing myself that I am enough and I’m hardly convinced. I’m turning 20 next week and it feels a lot older than it’s supposed to.
TIME IS THE HEALER…
Time really doesn’t heal the wounds.It just softens the pain and blurs ,the memories which stab our heart whenever they are remembered.Therefore,cherish the moments and care for your loved ones.You don’t know when they are lost.