Minutes pass my friend, even when you feel that Time itself has ground to a halt. And though they may pass like hours, time, incredibly, inexplicably, moves on. And the hours pass like days, and the days like weeks once did, back when the world make sense. But the weeks? They pass like minutes.
I say this all only as a disclaimer to what I learnt in the minute long weeks that came to pass after you: That if you spend your time wishing it away, Time will do curious things to you. Play with you like a child ripping the wings of an insect. Mess with your head. For Time is vengeful, and though it may heal, it also scars.
Time giveth life. Time taketh away.
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