I like to believe that there must be another universe, parallel to our own, and I toy with the possibility that somewhere out there, I am not alone.
I long to be lost in this alternate reality, where all of our dreams came true, we never had to say goodbye, and I donβt lose my mind every time I think of you...
But it all evaporates from view as soon as I look at it, leaving me with only a small glimpse of what could have been and what will never be, at least not in this universe.
"All the things I should have said, but I never said. All the things we should have done, but we never did."