There is a universe in which we work out together. It is not this universe we live in right now obviously, but there is one out there. There has to be. And in that universe, we’d both choose each other.
I would like to think you’d choose differently in that universe. And instead of giving chance to love her, you’d give chance to love me. I’d like to think that we like to cuddle and whisper one another sweet nothings on cold rainy days like this. That you are not afraid of kissing my lips when it’s crowded. That I let myself express whatever the hell I have in mind cause you’d still be there anyway and not leaving.
I would like to think of all the good things happening between you and me. And not just the kind of regular talk you and I usually have on normal days like this, I’d like to think that you’d tell me deeper things I have not known yet about you in that universe. I’d like to think that the you in that universe, would tell me your dreams when you were eight, what you’ve always wanted to be, how you see life as a child, how much you love your siblings—stuff that only to your lover you’d tell. I’d like to think that I’d be that for you. And of course, you’d let me in each time I knock on the door. Continue reading “There Is A Universe.”