Moving on...

It's been half a year, but the memories of yesterday still lacerate the pain.

Everyone tells me that it's okay to get hurt sometimes- it makes you a human & that's it. However, we don't deserve to be hurt constantly in six straight months, especially that fate force it to get me hurt. Along with the process, it's like I destroyed my own personal sanctuary, without my intentions to take it down.

I wonder, how long does it take for a wound to heal? Does it have to do with how much of your emotional coagulation are working inside you, or do we just love to suppress ourselves into the pain that once throbbed so deep which keeps us from recovering?

If we don't deserve to get hurt, then we don't deserve to love...