I wish I had a time machine to bring back time. At least an hour before our fight, and I would cling to that moment.
Desperately. I would try to do things differently. I would try to say something else. But I don’t have a time machine and I cannot bring back time.
And I cannot deny the fact that we tried, but we failed miserably each time. I remember it all so vividly. How we laughed with hours on end, how you cooked for me, and how I used to wake you up early in the morning to bug you even though I knew you were a sleepyhead and everything but a morning person.
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