There are countless of times where I wished that I could stop the time. When I am ecstatic, I want the hands of the clock to stop ticking. I want to preserve my happiness for eternity.
But I never did such, for I realized there were also some who wanted the hands to move faster for every strike of the clock would mean a little recovery from their past misery and forgetting the pain of their bad memories.
So I didn't.
I let the time do their job and even though today I am hurting,
I know that I will heal. In time.
