I would love to think. That in some parallel universe. You are still here. Living. Loving. Laughing. And the parallel me Is right where he should be. Beside you. Equally living, laughing, and loving. Unfortunately, that is not my universe. But you are still a piece of my world.
We are, or are not. It is that simple. But much like SchrΓΆdinger's cat, we have to look into the box and find out.