In a parallel universe I wish that we get closer than what we are now.
How I wish that I could’ve known you better and we could be friends.
How I wish that you don’t see me like stranger.
In a parallel universe, where we are both free, I won’t waste time to say what I feel. No matter what happens I will always be here even if you’ll push me away. I still can’t imagine any galaxy where I wouldn’t have to admire you after I had met you. That’s why I can’t regret it even though I know that getting close to you is like a snowball’s chance in hell.
But in reality, I am deeply okay of just seeing you everyday.
Those spaces between seconds, and those shot of smiles that I see on your face makes me wonder…in a parallel universe would you still be the same?
