If only we’d met earlier. Five years ago. Ten years ago. If only you were there to rescue me from… the past.
We can dream, but we know the me of five years ago would’ve walked right by, and the you of ten years ago would’ve done the same. I appreciate you now because of the past, just as you do. Now wouldn’t matter otherwise.
There is another possibility. Maybe we haven’t met yet. Maybe we’ve brushed past each other. Blind. Unaware. Collecting the qualities that matter to us and discarding the rest. The time will come.
But not yet.