And as I look up at the night sky... I cannot but imagine that perhaps in another universe, there exists a certain me and a certain you and the situation ain't tragic at all.
Perhaps in that universe I hold your hand and you don't let go..perhaps in that universe you would really need me like I do and perhaps we'd be living a happily ever after kind of fairytale...
But love, this love is what makes our universe so devastatingly beautiful. That you don't always get the one u want. That you shall shatter me into a thousand pieces every day n I would put them back together every night again to submit my whole at your exposure.
Maybe in another universe all of this would be straight forward and simple. But still I choose this. Coz this is the one where we get to love the one we do now--IMPERFECTLY, TERRIFYINGLY, HEARTBREAKINGLY, and UNCONTROLLABLY. But always one of a kind, once in a life.
And I would've said no, but that little negation would not matter in our universe where I love you and you don't let me.
