I’ve come to understand
that it’s not time that heals all wounds—
it’s love.
Time may pass,
days may blur into months,
but pain doesn’t always fade with the ticking of a clock.
Some wounds linger,
quiet and deep,
waiting for something more than distance.
It’s love that reaches into those broken places.
Love that listens,
holds,
and stays.
Love that forgives,
that sees the hurt and chooses to stay anyway.
Whether it’s the love of another,
or the love we learn to give ourselves—
it’s love that mends,
softens,
and restores.
Because time may numb the ache,
but only love
can truly heal it.
