My love! Could you and I with fate conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire? Would we not shatter it to bits, and then Remold it nearer to the heart’s desire? As I ran backwards from you, what was to me an expanding pain, appeared to you as a contracting one….. my measurements of the love I have for you, integrated back in time, showed that the sadness in my life from missing you would be enough to heat the compressed mass of my heart. So, to my eyes, we are far from each other because of would happen, not what had.