Why on earth does time take so dang long to just...pass? The moments and days you actually want to breeze through and forget and move past somehow take the longest and the ones you want to stop end in a blink.
Some days are just naturally easier. You wake up and you can just tell that the day is going to be good. Thankfully.
Others...seem to move by at a snail's pace; slow as molasses giving the hurt the opportunity to come back. To linger awhile. Giving you too much time to think.
You know full well that there will be more good days than bad. You know. But the waiting for enough time to pass...How much is enough anyways?