Do you know what hurts most when you believe that your dreams are different versions of yourself in different universes?
The fact that you get to see what their life looks like, as you suffer in grievance of what yours are. You get to see their husbands, alive and well. Their children, the job they have, the worlds they live in.
And yet you’re here. Just.. alive. Trying to survive everyday, grieving for the “could’ves”.