I thought it was better to hurt for a little while than to hurt for a long time, so I tried to be brave. Little did I know that this so-called brief pain could last and last...
Smiling as I said it was all right, smiling as I said goodbye. I waved, turned around, and found myself facing another early summer.
That so-called acceptance, it turned out, was just another way of holding on.
I thought I could pretend not to see or hear anything, and that life would stay the same. But there was nowhere to hide. The scars had already been burned into me.
The door to memory lays everything bare...
