Prelude to the story

Who knew that the story of Nim and Mei was like the story of Romeo and Juliette but with a modern twist. How can we understand love in a time where time has no value where the madman is rushing on the fast highways chasing dust? He should be chasing butterflies in meadows. To a love that was never heard, the sounds like whispers were epic prayers, notes of papers traveled back and forth a mere 2000 years or more. To a love that was forever meant to be, the words landed on a porch of a man. He picked up the letter with aging hands, and read through them. Not knowing that the present will take him to the future. As for those writing the letters, they will never know that a guarding angel will interfere in the right time to save him – maybe he will.