I think about all the chances missed,
Would I have become this,
Had we met,
Years before,
Weeks before,
Days before,
Hours before,
Does a second more or less,
Count in the balance,
Between internal peace or mess?
This recklessness within,
Would it have been tamed,
Had I met you earlier,
Would I have loved or hated all the same?
Or would we have passed,
Each other by,
Oblivious as always,
Like lines running perpendicular,
Intersecting but for one,
Fleeting moment,
And then lost in memory,
For all eternity,
Embedded as just a part of our history.
~Rei Shiori
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