Prologue

A lifetime becomes a half-pint span of time when we fall in love, some even think it isn't enough to quantify the unreturned feelings, the words unsaid, and the choices made. When things weren't done the right way, and words never come come out exactly as what we try to say, and short moments cannot sum up all the memories shared, would you care to try it in another life?

To everyone's "the one that got away"