Clinging to You from the Future

What kind of resolve did it take for me to step into an experimental time machine? I meant to return to a year ago and win back the love I’d lost, but absurdly, I was sent more than fifty years into the future.

My old friends now have wrinkled faces and gray hair, and have become other people’s grandpas and grandmas.

Meanwhile, I’m still getting tangled up with these handsome men and beautiful women from the generation of their grandchildren.