With pain comes remembrance. The throb and ache of loss is a constant reminder of the person who no longer exists. When you hurt, you remember everything so clearly because the pain forces you to. When you stop hurting, you forget. The wound slowly stops oozing, skin pulling together and creating a scar. One that sometimes itches or pricks, reminding you it’s there, but in the day to day, you barely know it’s there.
