I think I understand why they say, time heals all wounds. Time is the epitome of selfishness, waiting for no man. It’s so limited that even feelings within its brace are meant to fade as soon as life leaves from a fallen body. As slow as time feels to be moving, it’s speeding right past us to the finish line. And quite frankly nothing will wait for me; not even love. So I have to keep going as swift as time. I have to shine brighter than anyone could have ever imagined. I’m next. I’m not runner up, second best, I’m winning. I’m in the lead. I am next. Seven months.