Broken clocks - danielle allen

According to my grandma, a broken clock being right twice a day meant that in any given situation, perfect timing only happens twice.

I fell for William Grayson in a matter of minutes.

The connection between us was undeniable, but our timing was off.

I was dating someone and by the time I was single again, he was taken.

And a year later, when we finally got together, it was clear that we were soulmates.

But circumstances out of our control cut our time short.

We were a little older, a little wiser, when our paths crossed again.

I was entering a new phase of independence in both my career and my life.

He was growing professionally and moving to a new city.

And even though our timing was off, it was still clear that we were soulmates.

But for the second time, circumstances out of our control cut our time short.

My grandma was a wise woman, but my love life taught me that theres no such thing as perfect timing.

Theres just timing.

Because nothing is perfect.

Theres just right now.

Because tomorrow isnt promised.

For as long as wed known each other, William and I just wanted to be together.

It was as simple and as complicated as that.