If I was able to throw away all the years of my life to come, except the next 10, and live those years alongside you, I would do so and feel no regrets. Or perhaps, I *would* regret it, and how could I not, when I see you holding our newborn child in your arms, knowing I won't live enough to see it get married.
And then perhaps, I would dream of alternative realities, where I was brave/mad enough to cross all the globe to meet you, throwing away family and beloved friends instead of time, and searching for you in a foreign country, in hopes of finding you, talking to you. And you would know instantly from the look in my eyes what it means to me to spend a moment chatting with you, and I would try to force my body and mind in a state of awareness so high that, that moment would be percieved as a day. Would I succeed in showing you how I am feeling? How would you react? Would you be an angel of good news, or unfortunate news? Nevertheless, as a better man I would be reborn, with or without you, and that I would not regret.
But, I can't. For that man, I still haven't become, only one that talks like him. Though I strive to. And then perhaps, you will notice a man standing a little further behind your photographer waving at you, and smiling you a smile of fulfillment.