Getting older does change things. Especially in what concerns a broken heart.
My niece, who just turned 21, is having her first few pangs with romantic issues and when I look at her, I see the same hopeful me, who so much wanted to believe "this was the one."
I never thought I would say this, but a little bit of cynicism is necessary in life. She is still naive and grabbing on so strongly to any scraps she can get from this guy... And there I was trying not to sound too "parent like", too old, attempting to let her make her own mistakes, but at the same time trying to save her from getting seriously hurt.
Do you still remember the first time you had a broken heart?