This book is different from other books

If we had met just now on a train or at a party would it be the same? What's historical passage anyway? What if I were still insecure about my body and brain and leaning up against the wall in some tiny kitchen with black hair. What if it was yesterday and I was like, on fire? What if it was a decade ago and I knew everything?

Would you come to me? 
Would I walk the line across tangled limbs and cups to you? 
We make each other up. 
We invent each other.

We're Choose Your Own Adventure  storybooks aren't we?