Things Change
The hurt, the resentment, the anger, all of it fades over time. It’s true. Now you can look back and see the past happiness you forgot was there.
The hurt, the resentment, the anger, all of it fades over time. It’s true. Now you can look back and see the past happiness you forgot was there.
“You’re like the Tin Man,” I tell you, expecting a protest.
“Everyone has their flaws,” you reply unconcerned.