I feel as though I have been unfaithful.
As long as I cannot step through a door and enter a parallel Universe containing the past, this is not true.
But how do I know that I cannot do this?
I hope that I cannot do this, for the sake of the song of your love.
I hope that I cannot do this, for being with you is too much like making music.
Transcending all rational thought, reaching a higher plane of consciousness in which I am more alive and more at peace than ever before.
Being with you means knowing, instinctively and however fleeting, more than I ever thought possible.
I now know that nobody else can ever make me feel this way.
Nobody else may ever bring such music to my soul.
Because if I had known before that I could be enveloped in such sweet song I never would have sought out anything else.
To leave what you love is to realize all that you still miss with regards to your love.
I have never left your sweet melodies.
But planes of time have such mystique.
How can I say that these worlds do not happen all at once, that they are not parallel?
But I hope that they are not parallel, for the sake of the song of your love.
I hope that I cannot step through a door and enter a parallel Universe containing the past.
I hope that I cannot do this, because I want to dance only to your song.
I want to dance only to your song, now and forever.
In this Universe and in every Universe.