Yesterday Ruth met the love of her life.
This morning Ruth remembers every detail.
Unable to lie still anymore, Ruth shoves her clothes on, and her feet retrace yesterday’s walk. But yesterday was perfect. Today can only be a disappointment. Unless, that red hair looks a lot like…no it’s not her.
Heartbeat stalling and sinking, Ruth carries on, only to see part of her love, in everyone she passes.
Unable to drag the anchor that is her heart any further, Ruth sits down.
“Excuse me?” says a voice so much like her love. Turning, she realises perfection has found her.