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

          and parallel you won't fall out of love for me

                 while parallel me would never have to let you go