I don't know what to say...

Everything seems to be going well to me…well, a little bit better than before, but actually it isn’t. Nothing’s going well. We’ll never ever recover things we’ve lost, and nothing can be substituted for them.
The only thing we can do about it is go over it. How much time will it require to replace sadness taking up so much space in our hearts with something else? Time is the only effective medicine that can cure us of the mental pain. But…does the sadness thinning away mean that we’re gradually forgetting about what we’ve lost?
Time is making us keep on walking and never gives us any time to stop to think about what to do, which, however, means that we don’t have time to feel sad as well. The father we go, the grater distance there is between us and them, and in the end we’ll reach somewhere so far away from where we are now that we’ll never be able to see anything that is now around us, even its tiny bits.
Something is changing little by little, so slowly everyday that we won’t notice it until the change gets big enough to recognize, and when it’s got visible sometimes it’ll already be too late. Whether we like it or not, we can’t avoid it and have no choice but to reconcile ourselves to it…then what can we do about it?