Those thoughts.... The ones that come creeping back. Ones that make you think and believe that you did somethings wrong. They make the salty water start to well up in your eyes. When that single tear runs down your cheek, you know that it has all begun. The words start to pour out because there thoughts know that nothing will stop them. Everything starts to turn blurry, even without realizing that it is. Arms gripping onto a pillow, while nails are digging into it. Never wanting to let go. Wanting it all to end and to go back to normal, doesn't just happen with a snap of the fingers. It takes time, like waiting for food to finish cooking. But after it is all done, there is this feeling inside that is letting you know that it is all over. That that feeling has returned to its hiding place, waiting for that certain day where it will reveal itself once again.