That's the thing about life -- these moments that define us emerge out of nothing. A missed call. A trip down the stairs. A car accident. They happen in a moment, a breath.

It never occurred to me that fate might not be forever.

We're so close to the previous minute; how hard would it be to just turn back the clock? To just quickly undo what has just been done?

Maybe she knew. Maybe she knew there wasn't time to waste, that she couldn't go through the motions, steps, build. That the linear trajectory would bring her only to the middle.

You mistake love. You think it has to have a future in order to matter, but it doesn’t. It’s the only thing that does not need to become at all. It matters only insofar as it exists. Here. Now.Love doesn’t require a future.