Time heals

The year was 1996. The song was one of Modern Talkings. His nose was big and he had chest hair. He was so unsure of himself, so young, and so uptight. We danced all night. I came home and could not sleep. I thought I was in heaven.

11 years later, he still has a big nose, but he shaves his chest hair. He has lost some weight, and has gained some confidence. The years have helped him loosen up a bit.

And I am no longer that young stupid girl in love.

Thank God for time because of its healing power. For when you look back, all you really ask is, "was that really me?"