Dear Diary.

I went to the place we last met and sat at the exact table and my heart was aching thinking about how I behaved.

I wanted a time machine to go back in time and say the right things. Do the right things.

And maybe in an other universe I must have and maybe in that universe I would be just a regular person who no one but she knows.

And we would fall in love in a regular way and not have this epic love story where the whole world is dressed in black, but our own little love story where it’s just the two of us who is in black.

Either way, it would be epic and I would sink from the moment I hear her voice.

Maybe I would be with her in that universe and not be star crossed lovers like in this.

Maybe?