the death of loved one is a strange thing, it's like one day, they're there, with you. and almost as if in a second, they're not. and the role time plays is even stranger,
because for the first few months and years you can remember every little thing about them.
you can hear their voice in your head, almost like they're sitting right beside you.
you can smell them, you can remember their face whenever you close your eyes.
but with time, when your heart slowly begins to heal, and when you begin to put yourself back together, and it suddenly hits you, and you begin to realise that they've faded away.
you realise that no matter how hard you try, you can't hear their voice anymore, no matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut, you can't seem to see their face anymore.
it's quite amazing how time can make it seem as if that someone never existed, as if all the time you spent together was a weird twisted dream of some sort.
in some ways, time is brilliant.
time makes you heal, it slowly fills that hole in your chest.
but, in some ways, time is cruel.
it makes you forget, and when you can't remember that person anymore, it leaves you feeling confused and horrible.