I had this dream where I was recalling stories of us. Of all the things we’d done together.
I was sitting on the side of a bathtub, telling my mother.
How we met, how we’d always been intertwined, how we grew up together.
And then I say, and then we moved into together, and had kids built a family.
And my mom responded “Right, just not in this timeline.”
And I realized I was my single self, not with him, not with his kids. And I was recalling us from another life.