Imperfections

I am most certain, that one day, maybe, these eight years will seem like a drop of time in our vast lives. I am certain that one day I will no longer need to remember this date. All these people, all these years, all these many, too many lessons hammered into your life and mine, these will one day cease to matter. I am certain that eight years will one day be just an old anecdote that we shall laugh over, for these imperfect times, for these imperfect people, the imperfect you and the imperfect me.

For 16.05.2006.