What if, in another universe, I deserve you?
Hear me out. Thereās this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about āthe multiverseā which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.
Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: Itās the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, letās presume the multiverse is real.
Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.
Maybe thereās a universe out there ā happening now ā where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, Iām not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead Iām seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. Theyāre not simple dreams because I miss you, right? Theyāre scientific, anachronistic visions.
For instance:
In this universe, I donāt want a family, but maybe in another, Iām more of the type to settle down. Maybe thereās 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. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.
Maybe thereās a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead āgoodbyeā and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.
Maybe thereās a universe where thatās the life I want. Where I donāt second guess everything and Iām not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe thereās 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 thereās a universe where Iām 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 weāre happy ā without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where weāre comfortable and sure, and we have cats.
Maybe thereās a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies ā my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth ā and we both donāt want anything or anybody else. Where we donāt want more, we just want each other.
Maybe thereās a universe where I donāt covet so much all the time and where Iām content and where I donāt wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know Iāll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.
If you think of it all this way, then itās like neither of us did anything wrong.
You just found me in the wrong universe. Thatās all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, āeverywhenā else ā us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ā60s ā we are happy.
If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe ā just this one ā where we donāt end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
So see, that explains everything. Weāre not together anymore because of the multiverse.
Well, isnāt that comforting?
If youāre sad, do like I do and just think of the other āverses. The ones where I believe in love and where I donāt hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. Itās helpful, right?
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.
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