Later, she always thought--
If you didn't choose to pursue that boy in the first place;
If there was no plan to intentionally hit him with a bicycle that day;
If he hadn't been injured and lost the game;
Even if they don't happen to be in the same school;
If those what-ifs occur, will they be in their own life circles, one going left and the other going right, and there will never be any intersection.
Or, you will pass by each other in the sea of people,
Or, they will become familiar strangers who bump into each other on the subway or in the mall and then nod and apologize to each other.
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Fortunately, there are no ifs and ors...