Time vs. Love

I don't believe that time heals, but love. Time erases the memory, wiping it clean, leaving very little to hang on to. It does seem to aid though, especially when hurt, but only because it gives space for some hope. That spam of erased memory that must not stay void but should be filled with love, when left untouched starts hurting, turning into a rotten apple, that shrinks as the days go pass.

And love, like the living fountain, splashes on a soul so thirsty, revives it and gives it one more chance, that life is good and worth living it.