Sometimes we cannot return.
Because we know it will not be the same.
You realise things aren’t the way they used to be.
It’s a realisation.
Sometimes, in small details.

Some will be angry about it.
Some will be sad.
But you are not.
You know that.
You are not the same person anymore.
You can’t be everything, everywhere, all the time.

Let’s play a game anyway.
Just one time.
I can offer you a time ticket.
You can go wherever you want.

There’s only one condition.
You have to lose the present you.
You have to forget the present.
Everything you know — gone.
Would you still go back there?
Would you leave your time and live now, at another time?
Would you stay here?

Just one ticket.