Goal

Journey to 53, G!

In a Parallel Universe

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Let’s presume the multiverse is real. Maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill.  

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

          Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like   two innocent bunnies —
          my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we
          don’t want more, we just want each other.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all.

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you. **

**Excerpts from "Maybe in Another Universe, I Deserve You"