timing is everything...

She always thought she saw him just around the corner or walking up ahead of her on a crowded street – and she had chased down several unsuspecting strangers, each time positive it was him.

It was always like that with them.  The timing was wrong.

This time, it was her who was unavailable, but that didn’t change the fact that she wanted him.

But, like every other time, he got just close enough to make her long for him.  Even worse, it took less and less contact each time.  It seemed that these days, all she needed was a simple “Hello” and she had already run away with him in her mind.

One thing she could count on in her life was that he would show up at exactly the wrong moment.

And, each time, he pulled away – and he always pulled away – the hurt was fresh and new, yet oddly comforting in its familiarity.

He would never be hers.  She would never be his. Yet, somehow, they belonged to one another.