I see us in medieval times, huddling together in long coats. I see us both with crowns on. I see us in the forties.” “The 1940s?” “Yes.” “I was born in ’48.” “That makes sense because I was seeing us as a very old couple in the forties. That was probably the lifetime right before this one.” I paused. I had said a lot. Too much? That depended on what he said next. He cleared his throat, then was silent. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything, which is the worst thing men do. “What keeps us coming back?” he said quietly. I smiled into the phone. What an amazing thing to be asked. Right now, tucked into
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