And maybe.
Just maybe,
There's a universe out there,
Where we're not a hundred miles away from each other,
We're no longer the mere cumulative of the baggage of our dystopian, traumatic past,
We don't have to pretend like what we had wasn't the most precious, innocent bond ever,

And maybe, in that universe, we're a bunch of goofy 80-year olds,
Laughing at my lame jokes holding hands watching the sunset,
Knowing, that in this universe,
We lived in our own world together after all!

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