Time.

They say that time heals everything. It heals all wounds, all scrapes, all cuts, all bruises. Bruises will leave your body in just a few days, your wounds will close up, your scrapes will leave little scars.  

but, Time can't heal loss. 

As much as you want it to, it doesn't heal or close up, it doesn't leave your body, it stays deep in your heart, engraved in your mind. It eats at you, it destroys you, it makes you weaker. It brings you down. It creates sadness, forgiveness and guilt. Instead of time healing those wounds and feelings, your wounds get deeper and more painful.
I never thought at the age of 17 I would already be faced with death. In 3 years time, I've graduated high school, fallen in love, danced everyday, been new places. I've grown, matured, learned. To think that so much has changed in such little time. To think that Dillon would be learning, growing, and maturing just like I have. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of that night, when I don't think of him. Dillon wasn't my close friend, wasn't my best friend, wasn't family, but there has NEVER been someone that has created such happiness and joy from a days time. There has never been a stranger that has been so welcoming. There has never been a person that I have met that has love pouring out from their body. To think and be that last hug he was able to give. I feel selfish. I feel like that hug shouldn't of been given to me. It should of been given to his family, his beautiful beautiful family. To his friends. Every single one of them. It's not fair, not fair at all.
Even though I have changed and time has gone by. Those wounds, those thoughts and those feelings have not.

Those wounds have gotten deeper, they've become more painful, more noticeable.

&& all it does, is hurt more and more.