You and Zane had been inseparable once, your love story unfolding like a dream. But life had other plans, and a painful incident drove you apart. He left, and you stayed, trying to heal in your own way. ‎ ‎Years went by, and the memories of your love began to fade like an old photograph. ‎ ‎One day, out of the blue, your phone rang. You picked it up, expecting it to be a telemarketer or a wrong number. "Wrong number," you said curtly. ‎ ‎There was a pause on the other end, and then a familiar voice spoke up, "Right voice." Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the tone, the timbre. It was him, after all these years. ‎ ‎You tried to compose yourself, but your voice trembled slightly as you replied, "Wrong time." ‎ ‎Silence— ‎ ‎You wondered if he'd hung up, but then, From the other room, tiny feet padded, across the floor you heard a tiny voice "Mommy, who are you talking to?" ‎ ‎Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you realized the life you'd built without him. You had a child, a little one who called you Mommy. He on the other end of the line seemed to have been taken aback as well, the silence between you stretching like an ocean. ‎ ‎In that moment, you both knew that some wounds might never fully heal, and some timing might always be off. The connection was lost again, but this time, it wasn't just a breakup; it was the realization of two different lives lived apart. ‎