what if,
in one of the infinitely many parallel universes,
you still loved me?
the only difference would be,
the curtains were yellow instead of blue,
as we laid together,
our bodies a tangled mess under the sheets.
a stunning mess.
a mess of legs and arms and our bare bodies,
exposed to one another,
a silent sign of our love;
our trust for the other.
it would be beautiful.
truly, truly beautiful.
