Have you ever missed someone so much you start imagining how good or bad life would be had it all worked out?
Because both scenarios are possible. There may be a reason why it didn't work out for the two of you, but the possibilities of what could have, should have or would have, happened, had it worked out, are endless.
It was the distance. But it didn't matter. Because I could move there to be with you. I could find a decent-paying job. You could move here to be with me, and we will both have to build new lives so there is a space for you. But then I would grow to hate the cold and lonely. Or you would hate me for making you take a pay cut and join me in this dumpster I call home. Maybe you would find someone hotter and more fun than me. More jovial. We would be very unhappy.
It was someone else. But it didn't matter. How many couples worked their way out of it? In this day and age, it would be a wonder if someone had never committed infidelity. Everyone would have done it at least once, in some capacity and to a certain extent, depending on whose definition you use. I could have forgiven you. You could have forgiven me. We would have falled back in each other's arms. But maybe we'd find out that old habits die hard. Eventually one of us would go back to our old ways. Or, we can grow old together and be very happy living in a seaside villa by a lake, where children would run around chasing ducks.
I would love to watch all the movies with all the infinite possibilities that we could have been if only it had all worked out. I would love to see how wild things can get. I would love to be shown that we were just very wrong for each other, that's why it didn't work out. You're probably one in a million, but there's a hundred million reasons why we just cannot happen. I'm probably not perfect you, but I was never that good for you anyway.
Gosh. This is exhausting.
Maybe time is indeed the best closure of all. No movies about infinite possibilities needed.
