I don't think these kinds of things ever truly disappear for good. You don't ever drive through the smoke towards infinity like the movies show, and even though the cloudy skies are behind you, you have to realize that there will always be another batch ahead. It may not be for another few miles, kilometers maybe, but they will eventually show up.

These feelings come in waves, and sometimes they come too large. I'm learning that in my life, there is no such thing as a forever. So savor the greatness. Savor the little things in life that allow you to enjoy it, even if they are minuscule. Savor love, in all of its forms, wholesome or not. 

Know that even though a storm could show up at any moment a clear sky will always follow. Maybe knowing this, feeling guilty will be a little less of a feeling. Maybe one that isn't a feeling at all.