
“I think we just missed each other,” she said. “You fell in love with me too late. I loved you prematurely.
"And don’t you think it’s a terrible joke that the universe is playing? Do you suppose we can reverse the clocks?
I’ll walk a little slower this time,” she said, “I’ll give you a chance to catch up.”
Excerpt from a story blossomfully will never write.
This is so lovely. Honestly. Gosh.