If everything that can happen does happen in this quantum universe, I hope that things played out differently at at least one point in time, at one point in space. We'd meet under the lights at an event we both got dragged to; it'd be on a basketball court, of course - the way we met. You'd be wearing my favourite suit of yours, and I'd catch your eye the way you caught mine years and years ago, and we wouldn't see anything else. The noise would muffle out, everything would fade away, and that would be it. You wouldn't break my heart and I would never have let you go, and we wouldn't have had to rebuild the world around us, piece by piece.
This time, in this space, the noise would muffle out, everything would fade away, and that would be it.
