“I wish I had met you earlier”, I told her one day.

“Why?”, she asked.

“I don’t know”, I said, “though I feel we should have met when we were younger, with none of the ties that now bind us forever apart, and when the future was but a fresh page”.

“A fresh page?”, she asked.

“A fresh page, a blank slate, for who knows what could have been”, I replied, “Yes, and perhaps our destiny would have been a shared one”, I ventured further, “a blank slate, yes, where we might have been woven together, by the hand of fate”.

“I wish I had met you earlier”, I still say …