[03:32.00]We smile at what made us cry.
[03:32.00]And call light what used to weigh us down.
[03:32.00]Time has a strange way
[03:32.00]of smoothing over the broken pieces,
[03:32.00]as if to say:
[03:32.00]“It wasn't that bad, remember?”
[03:32.00]The photos hold laughter
[03:32.00]from days that ended in silence.
[03:32.00]Over time, I learned that memory
[03:32.00]is not faithful
[03:32.00]it is kind.
[03:32.00]It masks the noises,
[03:32.00]erases the stumbles,
[03:32.00]illuminates the corners where we fell.
[03:32.00]We put sugar on what once was.
[03:32.00]We season with tenderness
[03:32.00]what once cut us.
[03:32.00]The past doesn't come back,
[03:32.00]but memory is generous.
[03:32.00]It chooses the flowers
[03:32.00]and hides the thorns.
[03:32.00]Longing is a subtle artist.
[03:32.00]It paints with light where there was shadow.
[03:32.00]It draws beautiful endings
[03:32.00]for stories that didn't know how to end.
[03:32.00]And maybe that's what living is:
[03:32.00]not correcting what was,
[03:32.00]but learning to look
[03:32.00]with more affection
[03:32.00]at what hurt.
[03:32.00]It's not a lie.
[03:32.00]It's survival.
[03:32.00]It's a kind of love,
[03:32.00]even if it's late.
[03:32.00]We put sugar on what has already been.
[03:32.00]We sweeten absence with memories.
[03:32.00]The past doesn't come back,
[03:32.00]but the heart finds a way
[03:32.00]to make it beautiful again.