A thousand days have come and gone
since I first fell in love.
The bashful kind, the naïve kind,
the kind I dreamed of.
I’ve changed so much since
three-years-ago me who
felt a warm, undying passion
for three-years-ago you.
But I’m happy, and you’re happy
and I hope it stays that way.
At least, I think you’re happy.
You smile, anyway.