In another universe,
we bumped into each other
at the coffee shop off campus,
we are both 18 or maybe 19
and there is not an age difference
that causes you to keep me hidden.
Post coffee shop meet-cute,
we would fall in love
just as quickly as we did here,
because that is the consistency of us-
we fall and fall and fall
until we can’t see ourselves
or where we started.
But in this other world,
you would meet my friends and family,
my dad would make weird jokes about me to you
and my little sister would threaten your life
if you hurt me (I wish she had done that here)
and the catch is:
you won’t be worried
because you won’t be doing anything wrong.
In this alternative reality
that I am not sure exists,
you are loving, just loving
and that is it. Sure,
you are funny and smart
and whatever other positive characteristics
you think you have but you don't
6 years older
than my teenage heart,
you should have known better
but I’ve got a dozen scars that say
you didn’t give a shit about what you did.
That’s the beauty of alternate universes though,
somewhere we are happy and I am whole
and somewhere else, I kicked your ass
for what you did and you
know you were wrong.
— AU || O.L.