The final chapter?

 

The ending?

I sometimes wonder. Really. Wondering is what I do half of the times, but this once, I've got some truth to wonder about.

 

You don't actually ever forget or heal from things that happened with you. 

You don't. 

Healing doesn't work like that, it doesn't mean you're over what happened, it doesn't mean you're over the trauma you had because it's something that lasts forever. 

The only meaning that 'healing' holds is that you learn to move on.

 Move on from everything that happened and you learn to give chances to no one but yourself. 

And there are days when that thorn digs in a lot too deep, enough to leave you yearning for relief from the pain, enough to leave you wanting to cry to settle the ache but overtime, the pain fades. 

And yet, the thorns remain there, stuck. And I feel it's better that way, to have them hurt when they're pushed or pricked at, but at least with the thorns dug deep in your heart, at least there's no hole for a fresh wound to happen. 

And the already existing one might bleed once in a while, but you know how to 'heal' it-you know how to move on. It'll remind you to move on, that you've done it before and you can do it again...

And shall you say, why the pain in the first place? 

It's how the life works, my dear. 

It's all in how life's supposed to work. 

'-and after all this time, maybe-just maybe we never heal. Not truly from the things that happened to us, we just learn to put them in the past and move on and whilst on some days they come staggering back to us, to haunt us, we eventually learn to live with them. Cause now, they make are part of us. They are a part of me.'