There will come a time when love is no longer enough -

where affection runs thin and words sound better in

silence. Time will instantaneously become your worst

enemy. Certain songs will make you believe that sound

can travel into and eat away the most sensitive parts of

your skin. And certain scents will make you wish you

could no longer breathe.

 

You'll pray that you never hear the one distinct voice

you looked forward to hearing all day, but secretly wish

for it to return, because it was always the last thing you

used to hear before you fell asleep at night.

 

But you will be okay in the end. It might take weeks, or

months. If your heart is stubborn enough, it may even

take a year or so.

 

But you will be okay, because soon enough, those songs

will lose meaning, that voice will be lost in the crowd,

sleep will come more easily, and your worst enemy [time]

will eventually become your best friend.

 

-ak