Why should I be happy when you’re back. It’s not like we’re going to see each other. I keep telling myself, alternate timelines doesn’t exist but I keep on wishing there was a different one. It could have been this and it could have been that.
Nobody will ever know. I could’ve never seen it. Never. Wishful thinking is way too late. It’s just sad to feel alone when there’s everyone around you. How will I be next week, the next minute, two months’ time, I have no idea and so do you.
Any possible outcome every single time, before we board that airplane.
I wish I was wrong all the time.
That godforsaken airplane.