The Time Traveler’s Daydream

The Time Traveler’s Daydream by Kyle Bryan T. Palparan

Sometimes, I close my eyes and paint your face as I ripple through a wormhole of memories.

You would tell me how time would never lose the aching we yearn for— that we were born to fight through the paradox of the world if it meant loving each other completely. But you were wrong— shifting the truth in my reality. Still, maybe we’ll meet once more, in a different destination, where I won’t need a time machine to fly back into your arms. After all, I’d rather run through a million timelines than wait in a time where we will no longer dream of each other.