You and I have never met many times before.

Our paths might have crossed once or twice, standing in a line, passing in the street.

But, against incredible odds, we miss each other every time.

Accidental strangers who just happened to miss their cue. Neither having any idea that the other even exists.

It’s hard not to wonder where you are right now. Veering away, in a tangent, in some parallel universe. It’s hard not to glance at a stranger in a crowd and imagine the life you might have shared if things had been different.

To feel the pang of a missed connection as you carry on your separate ways. Leaving nothing but an echo of something that might have been.

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She often daydreamed about the past; about other people in the past.

What it would have been like to know her Grandfather, who died when her mother was nine.

What her best friend was like as a kid; if they would have been soul sisters even then.

She also wondered about him.

Thinking about a moment, one that could have existed in another version of another life.