One decision. One time. Eleven years undone.
Our relationship was doomed from the start. The Chinese horoscopes warned us: Don’t even try it! Very very difficult! Run away now. The black angelfish I gave him was deemed a dark omen and bringer of bad luck. He was fire and I was water, and together we formed cai, the Chinese character for disaster. Still we didn’t listen. Still we fell in love. Love would be enough.
Wouldn’t it?