Its life fair? Not even a little, grandmother would say.

You always want people to act like you think

they should. I wonder if thats a crime. I, bedridden, hollow, and alone, would gladly accept a little
control of my life. Of the universe. For I want to go back. Oh, how I want to go back and fix things.
But even if I can travel back, could I fix things? I spent my life developing a time capsule, and even
then I couldnt

Oh Elise, three years I yearned for your love, three months I tried to capture it, and three days
were enough for you to break my heart. As I was slow and didnt know better, my first stop was
that autumn of 1995 when we first met. I knew what you liked, and knew were you lived. I did
things better. Every day we accidentally met, and I accidentally carried an extra croissant. We
sat down every day to talk. With you and my coffee I, between my two loves, savored the light
that shone upon us. It was destiny. Even if I had to force it.

Now that we shared more experiences together I felt my victory was at hand. It was a different
day, a different month, and a different mood. I invited you to hang out. I invited you with
obviously romantic intent. Just like that time. I went first. Two hours later you havent come. And
my cellphone rang. And I took it out of my pocket. And it had the same message: Im sorry, I
couldnt go downtown. Defeat. What did I do wrong this time? I couldnt find that answer in my
cellphone, for it has already shattered.

The next day you didnt stay to talk. You said youve had your breakfast already. So we said
goodbye. But, you also said that you cant hang out for a long time. I took it to my heart. I shed a
tear. Back then, I shed two.

Went back to my time and, after two weeks of restlessly existence, I planned my next stop.