There is always this fantasy that if you could go back in time, you would know how to fix whatever went wrong in your past. But if I could go back in time, I probably wouldn’t be able to fix anything. Even though we loved each other dearly, the rot was in from the start. Love did not make us blind. It made us delusional about what was possible. Her sin was not that she broke up with me. Her sin was that she was the first of the two of us to recognize that the dream was over. But, as it happens, humans can’t travel back in time. So, that ill-fated timeline will forever remain as it was: An almost two-decade-long ebb and flow of wonderful dreams laced with horrible nightmares.