they said there are a lot of lifetimes — multiple universe similar to ours
maybe in one universe, i’d walk to you; you’d stop writing and smile at me i’d complain about how messed up the system is and you’d chuckle as i say “let’s run away” we’ll lie on the bed, you hugging me and you’ll remind me of the first time we met; i wasn’t your type, and you weren’t mine yet the universe knew we’d be more than fine