Strange how we change with time. From innocent babies who trust every tiny object and soul to fearful adults. I wish I could pin point every experience in my life and explain, in as many words, how it changed me. But I can't. Life's just a big messy goop of hours and minutes, experiences and expectations, memories and introspections of them. Five years ago, I first learnt what romantic love is. I experienced the full extent of it first hand. Now I look back at it and realise how much I loved, how simply I loved, how freely I lived with love and how easily I got wounded by love. But five years of hard hitting truths and lessons have changed me. Now I feel old and wrinkled inside. I do not believe in anything positive, I cannot control my cynicism when I meet someone who makes me feel warm. I don't just prepare for the worst case scenario, I automatically assume it is the only way my future can pan out. Now when I look into a man's eyes who I might possibly have a chanc...