Do I believe in a parallel universe? Maybe not in the scientific sense—but in the emotional one? Absolutely. The idea that we could be living countless versions of our lives at the same time—each with different choices, different endings, different people—is strangely comforting and deeply haunting. In some universes, maybe things turned out better. Maybe you stayed. Maybe we made it. And in others… Maybe we never met at all.
It’s the kind of thought that makes you wonder: which version of us got it right?
Unfortunately, the lives we’re given in this lifetime don’t come with clear endings—no guaranteed resolutions, no promises of “forever.” Just chapters written day by day, full of uncertainty and unfinished thoughts. And as much as I’d love to believe that this story we’re living has a definite ending for us, I can’t say that with certainty. Not now. All I know is that we’re somewhere in the middle… and whether we fade out or find our way back to each other, only time will tell.
On the other hand, there’s a softer thought I like to hold onto—maybe, just maybe, in another lifetime, we found each other at the right time, in a better place. Maybe in that universe, we’re laughing at a kitchen table, or dancing under streetlights, or simply holding hands without the weight of what-ifs between us.
But then again… maybe in another lifetime, we never met at all. Maybe we were just two strangers who passed by each other without a second glance. And maybe, just maybe, the chances of all these possibilities happening at once—where we’re together, where we’re apart, where we’re strangers or soulmates—are simply not possible.
Maybe this is the only lifetime where things are uncertain.
Maybe this is the version where we feel too much, but say too little.
The one where love exists quietly, without a clear path forward.
And we just happen to live this one.
In another universe, maybe we already lived it all—the late-night ice skating sessions, your hands guiding mine on the steering wheel as you taught me how to drive, the clumsy roller skating falls followed by laughter that echoed down empty sidewalks. Maybe we baked cookies at 2 a.m., got flour all over the counter and each other, painted side by side in silence, sharing colors and unspoken thoughts. Maybe we sang our hearts out during karaoke nights, off-key but unapologetically happy. Maybe we strolled barefoot by the beach, our fingers intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world.
In that universe, maybe none of this ever felt like a question. It just was—simple, real, and ours.
And I wonder what that feels like.
Maybe, across lifetimes, we’ll find our way back to the life we once dreamed of—the one filled with soft mornings, quiet laughter, and all the little moments we never got to finish in this one. Maybe in another world, timing is kinder, the silences are lighter, and love doesn’t feel so complicated. Maybe we won't lose each other there. Maybe we just… stay.
Across Lifetimes.
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