He’s begging me not to leave and in my head I’ve already went over a thousand scenarios He tells me it’s possible for two people to be on the exact same page but I don’t know if he realizes the difference between his eyesight and my own we see through the same optical anatomy but his vision will always be blurry without his glasses We can both read the same words but through different vision we can glue our fingertips together but the prints would never line up He can press his hips to mine but there are separate galaxies growing inside of us We can sleep aside each other we could tangle the ends of our hair together and touch our foreheads in our slumber but we will never share our dreams The lines in a poem could have a thousand different interpretations I wish you could realize that doesn’t mean any one of those meanings is wrong