The title seems weird. Well, IT IS weird. Nothing is weirder than the way our brain & emotion interact with each other to get us either upside down or right side up.
Time flies... It does.
Things happened... They do.
And people say, "Time will heal." I'm agreeING. (Note: I stressed the continuous tense.)
Memories are meant to be cherished, not mourned. Actually, it all depends on ourselves. There's JOY in this world. It's how you define it.
Last month, I came across this piece of "writing":
I always needed time on my own,
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry.
And the days feel like years when I'm alone,
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side.
When you walk away I count the steps that you take,
Do you see how much I need you right now?
[Chorus]
When you're gone...
The pieces of my heart are missing you!
When you're gone...
The face I came to know is missing too!
When you're gone...
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok.
I miss you...
I've never felt this way before,
Everything that I do reminds me of you.
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor,
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do.
When you walk away I count the steps that you take,
Do you see how much I need you right now?
[Repeat Chorus]
We were made for each other,
Out here forever.
I know we were, yeah...
All I ever wanted was for you to know,
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul.
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah...
[Repeat Chorus]
That's Avril Lavigne's "When You're Gone".
Last month, this song brought painful memories of my father's sudden death in February this year. I literally "hate" Avril or whoever who wrote this song. The MTV did nothing but to bring tears to my already swollen eyes. It ain't easy to get through...
Yesterday, I watched Ratatouille. Go to google it & you'll know what Ratatouille is. Yes, the main character is the cute Little Chef, Remy the Rat. But then, my attention was drawn to the late Chef Gasteau, the jolly, round chef.
Let me tell ya something, my late father was a CHEF. So, memories flooded back again. But this time, the memories were sweet, heart-warming, homey. I didn't weep. In fact, I prayed quietly that my father will really rest in peace as he had laid down all the burdens that he had been carrying thus far.
May be it's true: Time will heal...
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