The Unbearable Lightness of Bad Timing

"The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor" (Milan Kundera). Written for Josie's birthday as an answer to the prompt: What would happen if Alicia found out about the voicemail?. Set not long after 510 but it's not spoiler-heavy.