04-09-07| 11:40 am


My age fascinates them. Always, they pause. "How old are you again?"

My answers vary. Old enough, I say. If only you knew. I've been this girl since I was much too young.

Eventually, I tell the truth. Excitement, surprise; I think these are the responses. Why? Because I am younger than they are? And here I was, thinking about how old I've become.

I told someone yesterday that the time is passing quickly but I remember every second of being in love for five years. That's important.



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