Life Returns

Imperfection of infinity.

Now, I can ignore them—my sadness, my negative thoughts.
I can see other realities.
There are multiple possibilities, and in many of them, she is still alive. She’s with me. I can see myself with her, talking, laughing… I can live my entire life beside her. I am able to do the things I wished for in my own reality.

Quantum theory says we can exist in two states at the same time—maybe even in infinite states.
These two states, physical and mechanical, stretch across realities.

I revisited that boring introduction class of Quantum Mechanics. She was there, sitting, the lecture going on. I was on the last bench, watching her. But now, I was beside her, close enough to breathe in her scent. I couldn’t hold myself back—I kissed her forehead. A strand of hair fell across her face. She looked up at me with quiet eyes, as if she could sense the soft touch of my presence.

I saw myself on the day I succeeded in building the time machine.
I saw myself sitting there, worried and frustrated. I wanted to help. I walked over, gently turned the pages of the notebook, revealing the page with the code.

In that moment, I realized the imperfection of infinity.
The story of true love is imperfect.
The story of true love is infinite.
And in that moment, I accepted that there are multiple realities, and in all of them, I want to feel her presence.
Because without her, I am incomplete in my own reality.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.
“Anuvab…”
I could feel it, almost like it was her.
Yes, I could feel it—“my life returns…”