This time it was different though. I wasn’t being myself in the memory. Instead, I was looking at it from the outside. It was the moment I had walked through the library to find Daphne. To ask her out. Watching my younger self walk up to the younger Daphne was amusing. How nervous I was and how confident she sat in her chair when I asked the question.  It brought a smile to my face. It showed how far we have gone in the span of two years. 