And I like to believe there is an alternate universe out there where we didn’t end like this. We didn’t resort to tongues dripping poison and words we could never take back. You didn’t leave and I didn’t slam the door behind you. Or maybe you did walk out but I had the courage to chase you. We went back inside and found a way to make things work. I picture us in this alternate reality and my bed isn’t so cold and I don’t feel so alone. I have you to come home to and my dreams aren’t haunted by the ghosts of what could have been. You never took a piece of me as you walked away and I am whole.