Twenty-seven: She loves him

Cormac and I may have been different when we had been alive for fifteen years. He has gone through so many complex things that no one else can match — I’m glad I could see him and be with him now.

From the first time we met. . . that first phone call. That was the first time we met because of different decisions. . . it all made sense now. The passcode in his laptop, it wasn’t his birthday and especially we didn’t have the same birthday because it was only mine.

I know in fifteen years; he has never forgotten me. I knew after times past I remained in his mind.

I gasped when I arrived at the airport. People come and go so I don’t know where to turn to look for him.

I don’t want him to leave. . . not because I wanted to stop him, but because I was afraid it would take a long time before I could see him again.

“Excuse me,” I smiled as I approached a woman in her mid-3