And in some parallel universe
He is mine for the rest of our lives.
And in some parallel universe,
Every morning I get to see his face before I see the sun.
And in some parallel universe,
He calls my name and wakes me up.
And in some parallel universe,
I come home at night all jaded only for him to make every pain fade away with just a smile.
In some parallel universe, I’m dying a happy death as he holds my hand and puts his head on my shoulder, while I breathe and kiss him for one last time.
In Some Parallel Universe…
I know what you mean. I often have some trauma impulse to imagine that I can go into some Parallel Universe were things are just a bit ‘better’. it came from love lost. I realize the love i strive for now, which is still ‘good’ and ‘pleasant’ feels like a shadow of how strong it used to be, what it used to motivate me to become. I’m not even that old, i just gave up on those people who really made me -feel- it.
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On point 🙂
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