Time is not your friend.

I wish I had met you earlier.

I wish I had met you at 22. Then I wouldn’t have to see him in your shoulders and your face.

I wish I had met you at 23. Then I wouldn’t hear his laugh in your laugh and your scrunched-up face.

I wish I had met you at 24. Then I wouldn’t have to see his skin in you.

I wish I had met you at 25. Then I wouldn’t have to see his personality in you.

I wish I had met you at 26, then I would have had 3 more years with you. Even then it wouldn’t have been enough.