In a parallel universe, I’d have very long silent walks with you. In the cold, close by you. Where I’d catch the scent of your fragrant beige scarf, so warmly covering that neck of yours, coating part of the stubble that’s your beard, showing the angle of your face that has my favorite lips in its end, and your somber eyes in its head.

But, that’s in a parallel universe, a place where I’d battle away your sadness for you.

With you.



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