It's hard, sometimes, to look at today and believe, really believe, in tomorrow. To eat a giant meal and believe that I will ever be hungry again. I know it, of course, but despite all past evidence, it just doesn't seem possible. I look at this blog where I have four years of impossibilities logged down, events I couldn't live through, feelings I couldn't ever lose, and even with all this laid out in front of me, I can't shake the feeling that tomorrow will be just like today.
I did live through those events, and each feeling has run its course. Tomorrow is not today.
I know that. But this time—this time it's different.