Like a flash flood in a desert, it's still a lot to take in and try to absorb. But a flood of this much goodness and positivity is one I don't mind being swept away in.
Some things don't heal, or they heal in a way that every day there's a reminder that it's not like it was before, and never will be again.
I'd go from being sharply focused and on point to having the mental focus of a squirrel on caffeine combined with the memory of a goldfish with a concussion.
Somehow, these words can have a monumental impact on someone the author will never meet, due to time or distance or both.
If I'm honest, in this moment, that's a tradeoff I'm not willing to make