Feelings, flashes, fire, and smoke

Isn't it funny, how things you never thought you would get over,
can so quickly fade into the background?
Things you thought would hurt forever,
can vanish in an instant.
Nothing is final.
No door is closed without an open window.
No feeling is forever, unless you want it to be.
Sometimes we learn by being burned.
Sometimes we don't.
It's taken me a long time...
but I think I'm finally done playing with flames.