I’d wait for you in my next life.

How I Met Your Mother taught me a few lessons, but the most important is the following; “if you have chemistry, you only need one thing, timing. But timing is a bitch.”

Understanding and accepting timing is one thing that I don’t think I will ever be able to get over.

How does it make sense that I have to wait until my next life to wait for you?

I refuse to believe that the universe would do this to me a second time, right?

This life is the most complicated one because the life before this, plus the life before that, we were it—lovers in every aspect of the word. Best friends. Partners in fucking crime.

Our attraction was so great that our paths were just destined to cross, even at the wrong time.

How’s that possible? I have no clue. The universe likely can’t even explain it. Believe me, I’ve asked.

I didn’t expect to ruin your life to try and fix up the timing in this life. I didn’t expect to have to start all over if that’s what it took to make shit right and be together. Yet, here we are.

Next move is on you, universe.