[ WP ] Ever wondered why time does n't actually `` heal all wounds '' ? That 's because it 's a very old spelling error . They were actually referring to Tim .

I broke up with my girlfriend of three years. I just do n't know what to do with myself. I'm so used to talking to her on a regular basis, going to her house, cooking together and just spending time with her. After going out of state for schooling, we both realized that long distance was n't really meant for us. It's been six months after that and I'm still not over her. I remember clearly, how her eyes sparkled in the daylight and how they made the sun look dim. I remember how her hair was dark even against the night sky. I remember her skin flawlessly glowed in the moonlight after making love and how warm our bodies felt holding each other afterwards. I'm waiting for time to heal me, yet time is relevant and I have little to no patience for that sort of thing. A few more months pass and I only grew lonelier as time passed. No friends to speak of, none that I was really close with to be honest. None that I could talk to honestly and openly about how I really felt day in and day out. Just constantly thinking of how much of a fool I was for losing a girl like that. A girl that lit a fire I did n't even know I had. A girl that brought me down to Earth not knowing I was in orbit. Other girls did n't make love the same and by the time a year passed I had forgotten how to love a girl for who she was. Most importantly I forgot how to love the flaws of human nature, the intricacies of acceptance and the bliss of finding beauty where others do not. 
 
 *That's when I met Tim. * 
 
 Tim had the personality of a Kickstarter business mogul; all the speaking skills necessary to sell you an idea even though it might have been trash. He was a know-it-all, a one-upper, yet despite all of that he became one of my best friends. It was a new year at University and he had moved out of his home state like me. Even better we were from the same state, just different parts. We had a few classes together, so we ended up working together on a lot of projects and even ended up studying together for some tests. When we did study together, it helped him to pretend he was teaching the class. I'm the kind of person that does n't know what I do n't know until it comes up in conversation which was perfect. I'd ask questions that Tim did n't know and we'd learn together. Eventually we'd make trips to the city an hour away from University and try to find new things, having a blast all the way through. We'd people watch, find weird things in weird places, we even came across a fashion show that appeared out of nowhere. Eventually, as we got to know each other, I opened up to him. Told him how I felt like I was missing a piece of myself after almost a year after breaking up with my girlfriend. 
 
 `` Man, fuck her.'' he said to me. `` Just fuck her. You do n't need her, you never needed her. She's keeping you in the past, you need to be in the here and now. When you look back years from now, you'll always remember not having as much fun as you could have because you were living with regret. You can move on. It's not a race, it'll happen.'' 
 
 It was the best slap to the face I'd ever received. I'll always remember Tim, because he did what time did not; he made me feel relevant in my own life.
