I would give anything just to relive a moment in the past. To smile and feel at home. To be with the ones I love. To be a part of their lives. But life goes on and my home is getting colder and colder. Time supposedly heals all wounds, but I find it’s the opposite. Things seem okay at first, but over time I feel its impact and the coldness left behind. But I should be happy for them. They’ve found their warmth somewhere else. All I want is for them to be happy. All I can do is keep moving and hope that I too can one day find warmth again.