Parallel universe

 

I usually find myself wishing that you and I meet in every parallel universe that exists

In one, the destined coincidence in which we met repeats itself…But this time our roles are reversed

In another universe, our fate is the same but it puts us in a different situation and a dissimilar scenario. We meet in a different place, maybe a different country or time of the day 

In the next, we’re growing old and weary of life. Maybe we meet at that moment, because in this universe that’s when our time was right.

I even imagine that in a different universe time has rushed, we wake up every morning next to each other. I make you coffee and as I enfold in between my arms someone who was made out of our love, we both say goodbye to each other and kiss before you leave for work.

And I have to confess that…I’ve never once imagined that in any of these universes we never met or much worse, we end up with someone else. It’s not that I refuse to believe it, it’s just that I’m sure I could fall in love with you in every single version of myself. 

Maybe my hair is a different shade, perhaps I’m less broken or maybe my personality isn’t the same. But I’m still very sure that in every universe we exist, I’m loving you just the same way. 

And as sure as I am of it, just in case a different version of ourselves need a push and extra help because they can’t find their way to each other by themselves… I press my hands together and pray that in all those parallel universes, no matter the timing and the circumstances, we both somehow end up together. 

That in one of them, at this same instant and 5 more seconds…

I’m facing you, wrapped in white lace and we say yes to make the promise to choose each other forever.