The Physics of a Near-Miss

Our hearts collided like comets, but our orbits were all wrong. You were racing towards the future, while I was still decoding my past. We tried to synchronize our clocks, but your seconds were my hours, and my days were your heartbeats. Time became a language we couldn’t translate. I wanted to build castles in the clouds, you needed roots in solid ground. Our love was a beautiful impossibility, like trying to catch starlight in a jar. Now I understand why they say timing is everything. Because loving you taught me that “everything” can still mean “not enough” when the universe’s gears aren’t aligned. I’ll carry this almost-love like a pocket watch, ticking away the what-ifs and could-have-beens, always wondering if somewhere, in a parallel world, our timelines finally intersect.