The details that are life’s special pattern, like how in handwoven rugs what really makes them unique are the tiny flaws in the stitching, little gaps and jumps and stutters that can never be reproduced....
It’s like the idea of him is better than the him of him.
Coincidences; mix-ups; harmless mistakes and switches. And so a story is born.
And you can’t love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.