Our What Ifs

If I stayed

Do you remember that conference we attended together?

We were a good team. Our mates always said we were. And I believed them.

We clicked, you and I. You always followed my train of thought even when it was too quick for me. I always understood your jokes and your ideas.

They teased us because we bickered like an old couple. We pushed each other to become our very best.

Of course, credit for that research was to all of our group.

But I'm getting off track.

There was something in particular I remember that day.

I can't remember if it was before or after our presentation but all I remember is you asking me to trust you.

You found this glass elevator that went up to twenty floors or so. You took me there. Just you and me.

Stupid and fearful me panicked from seeing how high we were going and the looming threat of getting caught. I asked you to get us back.

You took our other classmates after that.

WHAT IF I stayed calm and watched the view with you? WHAT IF I didn't hurry out?

Would you have told me your favourite parts of the city below? Would you have smiled and told me about what you were feeling that day? Would you have kissed me?

Maybe you would have told me about how much you loved your girlfriend. Or just about anything, really.