I saw a movie today. It was about hope, and time, and waiting. Waiting....
It seems like lately waiting is becoming my mantra. I'm waiting to move out, which is now only two weeks away, waiting for that special someone once again. I really loved that movie, it was "The Lake House". It reminded me that even if things seem to be off right now they will fall into place at some point. Relationship wise, anyway. And however things do end up will be how they should be. It's hard to have that hope sometimes, but slowly my hope is being restored in that area.
They say that time can heal a broken heart, but I'm not sure that's true. I think all time can really do is make you forget....forget how badly it might have hurt. And by the time you remember it again it doesn't matter to you anymore. At least that's generally how I've observed things to be. In my own life, I can look at a couple of high school relationships I had that ended with the other person wanting out, and I vaguely recall how upset and hurt I was when that happened. But I don't feel that hurt anymore from those relationships. All I feel of it now is the good times, and what I've learned from all those experiences.
I think all time really does is give you the necessary distance in order to begin again.
Time just seems to be moving slowly for me right now.