You

I imagine a parallel universe where we’re still together—

We’d get out of the shower, naked, intoxicated with each other, completely intertwined.

What would be different is that I would wipe the fogged mirror and point to your reflection and say

I love that girl.

Because I did.

No doubt you would have responded in that coo-ey, sexy way you have

“And she loves you.”

But I would have said, trying to guide your eyes to your own reflection

No babe, that’s not what I’m going for.

How do you feel about that girl? Do you love her too?

I realize now that I have no idea what you would have said.

I know that if you could have said ‘yes’

And I could have believed you

It would have made my job so much easier.