They say that time can heal anything, but I wonder how much time they are talking about. Nothing has gotten easier; if anything, time has made everything more real and more painful. I'm starting to wonder if this old adage holds any truth to it. Does time really heal anything? Or do we just get used to the fact that things are never going to be the same? Will the pain really go away? I have found no comfort in time. It hasn't told me that everything is going to be okay. It hasn't handed me a tissue when I'm crying. It hasn't promised me that tomorrow the pain will be gone. If anything, it has slowed down to the point that I find myself begging the clock to turn to the next minute. Time has not shown me it's mercy. Yet.
Despite all of this, and my willingness to forgive Father Time, I know that I will be okay. Eventually time will be my friend again, but until then, it's just 'One Of Those Days.'