I met an interesting person on a time train that allowed me to travel back in time. I listened carefully to his story.
He met that person in his best years. We cried, laughed, struggled, and were decadent together. Intimacy, no distinction between you and me. But they still missed it. Like two non-parallel lines, they will eventually meet and eventually drift apart.
He said he was unwilling, he said he missed it. Looking back, even though he was a bystander, even though the person couldn't see him, even though it would break his heart after seeing it... He still wanted to see it and see the best memories in the world.
I said I was curious, I said I had no place I wanted to go. I said, I will accompany you.