One Date, One Choice, Every Life After

The machine hums like a held breath, lights flickering as if time itself is unsure whether to let me pass. On the console, one date blinks back at me, the night I lost you.

My biggest mistake.

The moment everything broke.

If I go back, I could say the right words. I could stay. I could choose love over pride, patience over fear. I picture it clearly: us still together, still laughing in the kitchen, still believing forever is simple.

But then time asks its harder questions.

Would my daughters still exist, those two miracles who call me Dad, who reshaped my soul without knowing they were doing it?

If I fix that night, do they disappear like erased chalk on a sidewalk?

Could I live with a world that’s gentler, but emptier?

I think about who I was back then. Softer in some ways. Smaller in others. I hadn’t been broken yet, hadn’t walked through the long, quiet hell that sanded down my sharpest edges and taught me how to love without running.

Without that pain, would I recognize love when it finally found me again?

And her, the woman I love now. Would our paths ever cross if I didn’t lose you first? Would I know how to hold her heart if mine hadn’t been shattered and rebuilt?

Some loves only make sense after you’ve learned what it costs to lose one.

The machine waits. So does the past.

That’s when it hits me: losing you wasn’t a mistake to be corrected. It was a prayer I didn’t know how to pray. A brutal, unanswered plea that rerouted my life toward becoming the man I needed to be, the father I am, the lover I finally learned how to be.

I shut the machine down.

Some timelines aren’t meant to be fixed. Some losses are sacred. And some loves, past, present, and unrealized, exist not to be reclaimed, but to guide us exactly where we’re meant to stand now.

And now I stand here, not reaching backward but looking ahead, toward a future I can’t predict and can’t control.

It’s unwritten, unguarded, and a little terrifying, but it’s mine.

I don’t know who I’ll become next, what love will ask of me, or what joy is still waiting to find me.

I only know that moving forward, into the unknown, feels braver than changing what’s already been.

And for the first time, that uncertainty feels like hope.

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