She wished they had met in 1994. Before the world tested her and threw savage hands at her limbs’. Before she let her dignity fall under a blanket of guilt.
When she could see him clearly in her dreams, the one she had yet to meet. When she felt the gentle embrace of a love not yet found, or tainted by past circumstance.
She knew how to hope and to fall into lullabies before 1994. Before she looked for someone to protect her, and before the nights became blacker than the nights had been before. Before self-destruction became familiar and shallow friendships were the easiest friendships to keep.
She wished they had met in 1994.