Time up..

You know people say, ‘Get back to life. Look you have a future.’ It’s like you are given a small window of time to mourn the loss, to miss the life you used to have, to cry or whatever and when the time is up, you have to turn your stuff in, whether you’re finished or not and move on, like the exams we had in school. But in a way, they are right. Someone needs to cap the time off your hands and firmly show you where the exit is. You are never going to be done otherwise. You are never going to stop crying. You are never going to stop missing. You are never going to stop wishing that life were different.