I wish I could meet you for the first time all over again.

I don’t think I’d be as awkward anymore. I’ve learned my lesson.

Yup.

I’d puff out my chest, extend my hand to shake yours, and hold on just a little bit longer to take a look at your eyes for a few more seconds.

I’d ask you more questions.

One of those questions would be around why you always smile through everything? What are you hiding?

Why did it take so long to meet you?

Where have you been so long, and why did you put this important task on hold for so long?

Don’t you know the universe was waiting for me to meet you? Call it destiny, God, or whatever you want. We were supposed to be here.

Interruptions be damned.

I’d tell you I’m sorry it took so long for me to find you. Because let’s be honest, if anybody tried to put destiny on hold, it was probably me. As hardheaded as you can be, I’m probably worse.

I’d ask you on a date before waiting so long, I’ve watched Armaggedon with Bruce Willis way too often, and dammit, I do not want to miss one thing.

If I was to meet you again for the first time, do you think that would work?