No one can lie and say that life feels long, and at 45, we never regret anything.
After all, don't we all wish we could go back in time to change a few things?
Sam didn't knew that either. To him, youth, living, enjoying life-it was just something normal. He preferred to ignore the truth right in front of him, as if it didn't exist, and focus on what seemed more realistic, more acceptable.
But the day the thing he cared most about was taken from him, he thought to himself that he wished he could go back in time.
Just to change the unchangeable.
Birthdays are time when everything can change. But nothing good remains so forever. Could deep feelings remain as stong in hard times as they are in the times of calm? What if fate can separeted two people after such a short time that was given to them?