The heart over time.

It amazes me how much the heart can change over time.

Something that would have emotionally killed me five years ago is no big deal today. Time really does change everything - you grow, you learn, you move on.

Sometimes, I wish I could go back in time and talk to the girl I used to be. I want to promise her that it gets easier, that she'd be okay, that the heart doesn't stay broken. It can't. The blood would keep pumping, life would move on without her, and, even if she didn't notice it, there would be a little less pain everyday. Then, one day, she'd wake up and there would be no pain at all. She'd ask herself when that happened, and after unsuccessfully searching for an answer, she'd smile simply because it had.

I suppose I couldn't have convinced her, anyway. Pain like that is inconsolable, a burden that must simply be endured. Whether short or long, heartache runs its course, leaving wisdom, memories (good and bad), and emotional scars in its wake.

It takes time, but the heart adapts. It really does get better...and I'm better for having experienced it.