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  • If we had met any sooner, he would have been in China. And I would have still been married. We would not have ended up in the back seat of my rental car after his sister's wedding. We would not have hugged and parted ways in airports, train stations, on corners and underneath the BQE. The letters would not have started being written. Dancing to the entirety of Paul's Boutique late at night in his bedroom could have not occurred. We would have missed driving equidistance to meet somewhere near Media, Pennsylvania. Walking into the woods, finding the barn, and talking to the horse.
    I could have not gotten back out of my car, at that gas station, after we said our goodbyes. But I did. I couldn't not ask you to roll your down your window so I could tell you I love you.
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