This time, the time machine took me back to the right place.
This time, I ran outside and nearly grabbed myself before I walked out that door to kiss you for the first time.
But this time, another me stopped me, before I could stop me, and said
“The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss.”
This time, I sat down with me, and we drank and we spoke about how different things would’ve been. For me. And for me.