I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe?
I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. I always tried to find a little bit of light in the dark times that I was receiving. There was never a day that I could hate and blame, it would always be beaten by the memories of joy and my faithful feelings.
A part of me has let go, but the other part maybe never will. Because this part doesn’t know, how to. This part is still attachted to the memories, to the illusion of what I thought it would be.
My body’s just built up by cornerstones of faith, by bricks of dreams but cement of pain. And I always kept believing that the seed I had planted was growing, slowly, but growing. But maybe the seed was moved by the wind, the water never found its way to the roots. That’d explain, why it didn’t go the way it should.
I’ll bury my faith and try to trust my fate. They say it’s all happening for the better, but I don’t see it yet.