The Importance Of Time Travel

How can I recollect on something that was so pure? How can I get back to the core, and taste its authenticness without time travel? There are no words to describe it. It would be like trying to prove the Big Bang Theory correct. Scientists can’t look back to a certain point in time because what comes beyond is inexplainable,unexplainable -there are no words for us to detail how it happened- although radiation scatters the sky and sheds light to its existence. Here are my remnants.
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I remember the first time I saw you. A gathering with friends, unfamiliar to me, in the house I was a guest in. Everyone was kissing each other on the cheek and rambling in Spanish. I felt foreign to this country I had been born in. I won’t lie, there was no spark

The time I spent on the airplane was enough for the Earth to be halfway done with its daily spin. I could have walked the entirety of the Great Wall of China in the space between us. I could have backpacked the grand canyon twenty times through. I would have eroded Everest into fifths, stuck my flag at its peak, and have dominated it as my own. Distance changed nothing. I heard you in every song. I found you in every poem. The wind on my skin was your kiss. The lullaby the birds sang in the morning carried a secret message only I could decipher, it said: the sun is rising because you exist. I waited for every sign as I waited for

Forty-five minutes or so. The time it takes for you to reach your city. The time it takes for me to reach mine. We hadn’t talked in months, what could have I expected? The clock on the wall told me my shift was over, and that it was time for me to get ready for the night. It was New Year’s Eve. I spent the day looking forward to my plans, you could say it was the calm before the storm. I was going out with friends- limo and everything- to a club. I was excited because socializing wasn’t something I did anymore. There I was, waiting in line to purchase my dress for the night, when out of the blue, you fell from the sky and into my life once again. You had written to apologize for all that had happened, the hurt we had caused one another. The words on my screen formed the most incoherent sentence imaginable: I’m in Chicago, it read. What had been a mere faraway thought was now a reality. What? What for? Traveling with my family.Why didn’t you tell me? For how long? I leave tomorrow morning. Can I see you? When? Where? I don’t know. So many questions ran through my head, questions that were met with indifference and coldness. I was in a panic. I had never felt desperation until that night. I had to dissociate from myself in order act normally in front of my friends. Outside, I was the girl who laughed. Inside, I was trembling. Have you ever wanted anything so badly you would do anything at all? I went to the nearest ATM and took out $100 dollars in cash. I’ll