I was listening to Beyonce and R. Kelly’s version of “If I Were a Boy” while I was only my way home from work. I used to cry buckets over this song. Every single time I heard it. Every single word that was sung in that song, I understood. I understood because it was exactly how I was feeling all those months ago.
Today, I was waiting for the familiar ache… the same sadness that I felt when I listened to her words. I was waiting for the same hurt that had become synonymous with the song. But today, none of those feelings came.
I remember what happened. I understood that there was a time when I felt so broken and thrown aside. I just… didn’t feel so broken anymore. I know that I’m not completely whole, but I also understand that some of the cracks have mended. The scars will always be there. It has become a part of me, of who I’ve become. And I’m okay with that.
Life Lesson #30: Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
She was right. Time heals almost everything. Even me.
Maybe I’ve given time enough time. Maybe I’ve finally begun to heal. Maybe.