Maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.
Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together
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 I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you.
A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you.
Where no one becomes a doormat.
Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues.
A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver.
A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.
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.
Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline.
By the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together.
Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
Well, isn’t that comforting?
If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other universes.
The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you
Read more at http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/maybe-in-another-universe-i-deserve-you/#eFK2Iz94QYW8fAsI.99Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together
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 I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you.
A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you.
Where no one becomes a doormat.
Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues.
A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver.
A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.
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.
Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline.
By the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together.
Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
Well, isn’t that comforting?
If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other universes.
The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you
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