How it could have been.

I’m haunted by the thought of you, even now. You cut me off, and it’s like you’ve left me in the middle of a storm, tangled in what we never had. I loved you with everything I had, and the pain of thinking about the future that could have been is relentless.

I see a future where we actually made it. We’d be scraping through the rough patches, just trying to make sense of everything. Your laugh, the one that could pierce through my darkest moments, would be a constant soundtrack to my life. We’d face every mess together, turning our chaos into something we could call ours.

Our place would be a disorganized testament to our lives—a clutter of books, unfinished art, and music that’s always on. Mornings would be chaotic, filled with coffee and arguments about what’s next. We’d be traveling, finding little pieces of the world that fit us, discovering parts of each other that we didn’t know existed. We’d argue, we’d fight, and we’d come back stronger. I picture us in front of the fire, lost in conversations that make us forget the world.

And the everyday stuff—that’s where the truth really hits. I think of us in the mundane, the so-called boring moments that would mean everything. Like walking the dog, cooking a simple meal, or just lying in bed together. In those moments, I’d be close enough to touch you where I want to, feel your body against mine in a way that’s real and unfiltered. But that wasn’t our reality. You were a beautiful disaster with thorns that kept me at arm’s length. Every step I took towards you was met with pain. You told me it was fate, that we were never meant to be. Your thorns were part of you, and I was left to deal with the hurt and the endless longing.

Now, here I am, struggling with the ache of what never was. You were a vision of beauty that I could never fully reach. I have to walk away, carrying the weight of a love that was doomed from the start.

But what if—what if in another universe, we got it right? Where you never caused me pain and I wasn’t left feeling like my love was wasted? Somewhere out there, maybe we’re together. Maybe in that universe, I get to touch you, hold you, and be with you in ways that are impossible here. Perhaps we’re living that dream, a life where every touch is mutual, where we’re not bound by thorns or pain.

In this universe, though, I’m left with memories of a love that never came to be. Our non-existent future is a shadow over me, a constant reminder of what was lost. I hold onto the hope of that other universe, where maybe, just maybe, we’re together, living a life free from the hurt that defines this one.