Love Story from Shanti.He brushed my hair behind my ear and said my silence was louder than my words. I hated how right he was. I kissed him to shut him up, and he kissed me back with the kind of certainty that ruins lives and saves them at the same time. We fell too quickly, too deeply, too willingly. When it all collapsed, he whispered, “I wish I met you later.” I said nothing. Sometimes the right love comes in the wrong year.