A knock at the door catches you off guard. Upon answering it, you’re greeted by a man who
says he’s from the future—and he can prove it. More important, he says he has information
that will save your life.
Should I call him Doc? I think I will. Maybe he’ll tell me the whole story, while having coffee in a very public place.
He show me a crumpled up note. It’s a letter from my high school boyfriend that I thought I burned fifteen years ago.
Doc said, “I followed you back in time. It was important to see where your life veered off course. When you burned the note, you burned all the notes that ever meant anything to you.”
I asked, “So what does that mean?”
He answered, “Your life has been empty. Almost without a purpose. You have no value for sentiment or love. If you keep going down this road, you will be lonely for life and possibly beyond.”
. . . .
I’m not sure if I should finish this or not.