In another universe, I didn’t write this for you.
I recall the first day we met. You were rushing passed me and we locked eyes and then the moment was gone, I just shrugged it off as a coincidence ignoring the tug in my gut. Some measurement of time later You were sitting by yourself, at a table, reading and laughing hysterically. And as always I’m curious to fault, So I asked you “what’s so funny?”, through your joyous laughter and wheezing you began to describe it to me. As fate had planned it happened to be the beginning of a familiar story, The story of you and me.













