I think of all those days and nights I frittered away, wishing for impossible things, trying to read between the lines and finding things that weren’t really there. Ghosts of dreams.
And then there’s just the possibility that I’m doomed, that my Fate is set. That never shall the timelines cross, that no matter how many alternate universes I search through, there won’t be one where mine intersects with yours, not even for a brief space of time, or more bitterly, for too brief a time. Gone.
Whatever. I don’t know where I’m going with this. As usual, probably nowhere. Such is life. At least my life.