You let time pass.
That’s the cure.
You survive the
days.
You float like a rabid ghost through the weeks.
You cry and wallow and
lament and scratch your way back up through the months.
And then one day you
find yourself alone on a bench in the sun and you close your eyes and lean your
head back and you realize you’re okay.
–Dear Sugar, December 16, 2010
So true - you let yourself be raw and you let yourself need people - they are the ones who help you sew up the wounds. Big hugs to you.
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