But what is it about time specifically that fixes? How does it know how to make the pain go away? Is it only a temporary mender, as it knows that one can never be completely happy, and that sequential unhappiness is inevitable however the "when" and "for how long"'s go unknown.
"When"..."how long"...There it is again: time.
Such a mysterious and captivating thing. With time one learns to let go. One stops missing. One forgets. One moves on.
How does time do it? But what's more, why don't we possess the power to control it?? To speed it up or slow it down when we need to.
It has a power all its own and is completely out of our reach. Like love.
Time and love are immeasurable as they will never be tangible. They are out of our grasp and cannot be contained or sped up or slowed down.
What is it about time and love that go hand-in-hand, that are interchangeable???
It must be something. There must be some sort of answer. I'm yet to find it, however.
Sidenote: sorry this got so deep haha
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