Sometimes you just want to go back, backwards in time, and change events in hopes of creating a different ending. I thought about it. I searched high and low for a Delorean to take me back to the future but there weren't any for sale on Craigslist. I wish that we could go backwards, and take away all of the bad things said and change the course of events. I wish that would erase the pain that doesn't seem to subside that is kept hidden so deeply inside. Sometimes you long for what you can't have: a lasting hug from someone, a slight smile that tells you they can read your mind, the way the bathroom smells just after a shower, the glimpse of a sleeping face as the moonlight peeks through the window, the mornings of lost keys in pockets, the butterflies that fill your stomach at the sight of them. Instead you are left with that feeling of emptiness and disdain from the last time you spoke to them or saw them.
If I could find that mysterious Delorean I would go back far enough to change a lot of things.
Asian style chicken wings- maybe another time, in another place.
"'She not pretty but she is going to be beautiful': at twenty they still said so, and at twenty-seven when she'd married him it was still true, according to the category through which one perceived such thing as focus: it was equally true of her now, at thirty, that she gave the impression of someone who is still going to be, perhaps just about to be, 'beautiful."
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