the price of going back

All I remember from this one dream. I think my husband and I were allowed to travel back in time and fix what was broken.

But there was one catch. When we get back,  to where we were happy this time, if my husband should find a reason to leave and walk out the door I would never see him again. He would not know who I am from then on.

He walked out the door. I chased after him to see what would happen. When I got to his car.  He looked at  me like I was stranger. Then he was gone.

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