Healing is when you forget what his Lahori license plate number is. Yet you have a photographic memory. And you had it memorized back in 2017.
Healing is when you still dream about him, but even in the dream, you call him by your husband's name.
Healing is when you no longer talk to him in the car when you’re commuting to work.
Healing is no longer knowing or caring what his life is like, but just thinking he’s okay and his parents haven’t died yet.
Healing is when the future is so bright, you’re looking so forward to it, that the past is starting to get muddled.
Healing is when you check the calendar, and the date of "The End" has passed and you didn't realize it. It wasn't considered a death anniversary anymore. And you weren’t triggered by it anymore. And you don't remember anything.
