Musings at 756AM.

Where the pain, doubts, second-guessing, the low self-esteem went, I don’t know. 

I guess it is true.  Time has its own way of healing.  The right time makes sure that everything is in perfect place, never collides with anything else to form a perfect harmony. And so with feelings.  It is also true that they are just fleeting.  It is never the same intensity as the first time. And like most that reaches a plateau, it spirals down.  And this maybe good or bad depending on which side you’re on.