I traveled back to my college days and said to my future husband, "Hello, I am your future wife."
He smiled contemptuously: "Just you? You deserve it."
Now he is a man of the hour on campus, ruthless and completely different from the gentle business elite he was later. I decided to make him fall in love with me and then dump him violently in revenge for his future indifference. The plan went well, he fought for me, got rained on for me, and swallowed all his pride for me.
Until that day, his future self suddenly appeared on campus and grabbed my hand: "Have you had enough fun? It's time to go home."
The young man protected me behind him, with anger burning in his eyes:
"She's mine."
I was forcefully brought back to reality, only to find my husband looking at me with a smile.
"You're finally back," he said softly, "I've been waiting for you to travel through this time for ten years."
