There are questions here. Mysteries. Something you may have conjured in the back of your mind, an idea you once entertained, but can no longer accept. Why did she do it. What was he thinking? Was it really necessary to leave before there was even a chance at reconciliation?
We ask these questions not because we wish to be cruel, but out of an honest desire to know. The truth is never your enemy. You may spend years running away from that moment of final reckoning, but in the end you cannot escape the weight of knowledge, of understanding, of — as hard as it is to acknowledge — acceptance.
In any mystery, there are worlds within worlds. If you do not take the time to question them, to pause, slow down, take a moment, you might very well miss what is most essential.
I do not profess to know the answers, to run within these streets with knowledge of the unrevealed word. But I do know this: If you believe in that moment of fate, in the one key instant in which everything changes, because of some crazy thought within your head that became manifest within the world, then you must act. You must grab this moment as your own, and accept that this is your time.
I will be waiting to see what happens.