Of hindsight in intersections of paths
“Hey Nana, remember when we first met? I’m a big believer in fate. That’s what it was. Laugh if you want.
Hey Nana, do you remember when we first met? I couldn’t stop talking about myself. I didn’t even listen to what you had to say. But you wouldn’t have told me anything, anyway.”
Maybe, some day, our paths will run parallel and not simply intersect.