Some things change. This is the way of life. There are times when I am briefly able to view humanity as I imagine a truly all-loving god would. In these times, love is the only feeling that matters, for any transgressions or faults are as nothing compared to the immensity of love felt. It would be beautiful to always feel that way, I suppose.
Here is a picture from a little over four years ago, from New Year's Eve, 2004-2005. If I let myself, perhaps I can just love the faulty, fragile humans in the picture. If you love enough, forgiveness isn't even a question.
I obviously need more love.