A love story

Once upon a time,

You grabbed my hand,

I was offended,

After all,

We only knew each other three hours.

Of course

You don’t remember any hand-grabbing

It must have been the alcohol.

You said.

Today

You forget my hand

I am offended,

After all

We have known each other three years.

Of course

You don’t remember any hand-holding

It must have been the Time

I say.

Sound familiar?

P.S. A clip from a Chinese movie when a husband explained to his wife why he had an affair, "Once upon a time my blood would boil when my hand touching yours; but now, I feel nothing when holding your hand. It is like holding my another hand I suppose. So when you got a cut in your hand, I might feel pain, but only pain. "