In my not-so-humble opinion as the original author, the first part of this verse is pretty much entirely high-school uberdramatic drivel. That said, the end has a sort of elegant, if not misplaced, power. Given my vast life experience (it’s a joke, laugh.), time does not heal any wounds. If you were genuinely wronged, that hurt will not just up and disappear. What time does do is allow you to gain perspective, meet new people, better understand the past, collect and bestow new joys and hurts, and continue playing the game. Of course, I wrote this piece while frustrated at no longer being with my first love. Do I still wish I wound up with her today? Absolutely not. Now that I actually have a clue who I am and who I want to be, I know that I need to be with someone strong, spiritual, confident in who she is, someone genuinely compelled to make the world a better place, and above all, someone who wants me to be happy. The last two are hard to find these days. I got lucky. Ask my wife.
Apr 172010