Tout a changé (Rien n'a changé)

Time flew by like a train with an open window - my hair got messy, but inside, everything is still the same. The same twinkle in his voice, the same awkward wave of his hand when he doesn't know how to hide his joy. It's just that now the dress is a little more expensive, the coffee is a little bitterer, and the conversations are softer and less frequent. But the laugh is still the same, the one you can recognize even in a crowd. It's a little strange how easily everything changes around us - cities, habits, the faces on my phone screen. But inside, it's like that girl who still believes in honesty and calls "just because" is still there. And perhaps that's the main miracle of growing up - not losing yourself, even if you had to change almost everything else.