Someone once loved me so much. Someone once felt I was worthy enough of his love and time. Someone once would have done anything for me and did to his greatest extent care for me in his own way. It is strange to reflect on that and try to remember how that felt. To have someone a phone call away, someone who craved your presence and to have joy and pleasure in your smile and laughter. Someone who loved you with passion and someone you could be intimate with. How does it feel to lie in bed with someone in the middle of the night and be content, feeling the warmth of his body and the sweetness of his breath. How does it feel to talk and laugh and share some of life's biggest moments with each other? I do not remember. I know it happened and I know I once felt it. I have flashbacks and photographs and scattered drops of feelings I once felt, but it does not convince me entirely that it was real and that it was true and that it happened or that it happened to me. I do not remember how it feels to be loved, not do i remember feeling like i loved with all my being before.
Time does heal the wounds of the past, the anger and pain. However it also erases and makes you forget the traces of what you considered the happiest times of your life. Time is a double edged sword. It helps you move on, but it also takes away.
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