Things come back when they are least expected. At times they come in small fragments, at times all at once.
But why will they come back when they had already left? Is it possible that they never left? If these things never left, where were these till now?
Maybe they were always in front of us. Hiding in the hours of the days we hated, in the anxiety that was too difficult for us to accept. Or they were there at the other side of the doors we refused to open, in the life we were too scared to look up to.
Maybe they were always there. Just that we didn’t know.
Or maybe, we always did know.
Read about some more mysteries of life here Without an Explanation