in another life
we’re still us.
love doesn’t feel like a risk
it arrives gently
like warm water,
not like a hurricane
in that life,
mornings are soft.
I don’t wake up with my guard already raised,
don’t rehearse what I’ll say
in case I have to defend my heart.
we’re still choosing each other there
not just me
not just you
but we chose each other
nothing splinters in my hands
when I trust you.
in that version of now,
I don’t flinch at kindness.
I love without hesitating
without loving like I’m already about to be left
without memorizing pain.
but in this life,
I learned early
that love can cut.
I learned to step carefully,
even when my feet were already bleeding.
sometimes I wonder
if that softer version of me
still exists
or if she only lives
in the other life
where we stayed.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
in another life
we’re still us.
love doesn’t feel like a risk
it arrives gently
like warm water,
not like a hurricane
in that life,
mornings are soft.
I don’t wake up with my guard already raised,
don’t rehearse what I’ll say
in case I have to defend my heart.
we’re still choosing each other there
not just me
not just you
but we chose each other
nothing splinters in my hands
when I trust you.
in that version of now,
I don’t flinch at kindness.
I love without hesitating
without loving like I’m already about to be left
without memorizing pain.
but in this life,
I learned early
that love can cut.
I learned to step carefully,
even when my feet were already bleeding.
sometimes I wonder
if that softer version of me
still exists
or if she only lives
in the other life
where we stayed.
sometimes all you can do is daydream about the other life.
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