Prologue

They say, "Everything happens for a Reason"

But Fate is so unfair to me.

I crossed paths with a woman that can never be mine. I crossed paths with a woman I can never spend my life with.

We met by accident, and it was the best accident that happened in my life.

I loved her with all my heart, but I know I can't be with her. It just can't. Because I'm from the 21st century and she's from the 20th century.

The only thing I can say right now is...

It is a privilege to be a part of your life...

"It is a privilege to be a part of your life..." I smiled as I read the last line of the letter aloud. I took in a deep breath before speaking up again.

"Do you want me to start the story?" I asked to the children surrounding me. They formed a semi-circle while they were sitting on the floor. Their brown eyes were fixed to mine. The majority of the group were four years old. That's why they really love stories.

All of them nod their heads, eager to hear my story. I smiled and counted them.

Two...

Four...

Six.

Six children, wait only six? Where is the seventh child? Where's Aaron?

"Aaron?" I called to the oldest child in the group. He's already six years old. His eyes and hair were the same color, dark brown just like mine. He seems taller for his age. He has a white skin and a pointy nose. He really looks like a child of an American.

"Don't you want to hear my story?" l asked. I saw him at the kitchen counter eating his favorite cookies with his left hand and holding his iPod with his right hand.

He turned to my direction and placed his iPod on the counter. "I've heard it so many times Uncle. I almost memorized the whole story." he said but he still walked towards us. You can notice the accent he is using.

He knows me too well, he knows that I won't stop teasing and pestering him so he doesn't have a choice. He sat beside his brothers and his cousins.

I smiled at him but he just sighed and forced himself to smile. These children are so cute. I want to pinch those chubby cheeks.

"Okay!" I clapped and bit my lips. I will never get tired of telling this story.

"This is the story of a young boy, who met a girl from a different place." I started. I smirked as I recall the first moments of the story. What a funny way to start a tragic story.

"It all started with the boy running through the streets."