[ WP ] You become your child self again for a day with your current mindset , but if you do anything differently , you life will morph around that difference and fast forward you to your current time with the changes .

They walked from a friend's dorm in cool air. It was 5:30am on the morning of move out day after an all night marathon of each other's favorite movies before the group departed for summer internships. He did n't know why that after 20 years he was back in his college body, but it felt so real. He could n't help but think this was the second chance he had been dreaming of for so long. 
 
 The night was as he remembered it - a friend frantically worked on a project across the tiny room while he sat so close to her on a bed the size of a inflatable pool raft. On someone's laptop played their respective favorite violent movies: Pulp Fiction and Battle Royale. She was possibly the most interesting person he would ever know. Everything about her was wonderful - intelligent, witty, a crass sense of humor, musical interests, and she possessed a unique type of polite bluntness. Even into his adulthood, he had never known another to be like her. He was smitten. However, he was also a teen and acted as such: barely daring to bump her elbow with his. `` Accidentally'' brushing his hand against hers. Struggling to keep his heart in his chest when she buried her face in his shoulder during the more gory scenes. He was experiencing all of the classic signs of young love, and yet nerves prevented any action of substance. When the movies ended and morning came, he walked her home, desperately looking for reasons to prolong their time. Walk slower? Suggest another movie? Just speak his mind? Before he could think of an effective mode of procrastination, they were standing in front of her dorm. She smiled with a grin that reached her green, green eyes, `` Well I guess I'll see in the fall...'' 
 
 These two developed the type of friendship that few people are lucky enough to experience in their lives. It was n't until years later when she was very happily married that they admitted - and then laughed off - mutual college crushes. She cited that night, and his seeming lack of interest, as when she believed him to be see her as simply a friend. His heart sunk. 
 
 Now he stood in front of her again, staring into smiling green eyes. In an instant he pictured every time they were together over the next 20 years. Every time she smiled. Every bad relationship. Every sorrow he helped comfort - as a friend. Every time she comforted him - as a friend. Every movie. Every laugh. Every moment of their beautiful friendship. Now was his chance to rewrite history and let them be together. So they would only ever be a room apart. If friendship was this wonderful, surly a shared life would be that much better. They could be so happy together. 
 
 Then an image of her with the biggest smile she had ever worn came to mind. She wore a white dress and held a bouquet of wild flowers. She was walking, almost gliding, through a small country church. She was so joyful, it radiated from within her. She held the arm of another man. 
 
 `` Yeah, see you next fall.''
