entre les trous de la mémoire

I'm pretty good with dates, and as I remember, it's been exactly a year since I met this sailor who survived a shipwreck. Throughout the year I have been adjusting to some changes and I finally come to the realization that time doesn't heal, nor does it kill. What you do with it is what matters. It gives you something you can always look back at, whether good or bad. And when you do look back, though it could be painful, you will know what to leave behind.