Making ourselves believe we had moved on and doing great in the present was one way of fooling ourselves. It was nothing but make-believe anyway—all to get away from the pain and ghosts of the past. In my case, it must be a bonus that we were away from that place and that I had a lot to occupy myself with. I could never heal in an area that reminded me why I needed to heal. I couldn’t move forward, knowing there was a chain from the past dragging me back. And being miles away from it somehow gave me breathing space.
I thought I had been doing great for the past three years. Partly, maybe yes. Partly, I was in denial.
All those memories, all those feelings, all those people, appeared in my head like it was yesterday. True enough, time moves past once we stop counting every second. Three
