We ask “maybe in another life?” with trembling voice.

And hear a faint “yes” from the person in front.

But what if this was it?

This was the last life where we found each other?

And you never held my hand, again?

What if throughout every timeline the Universe conspired us to meet?

What if it made sure we were everything for each other in every life?

What if the Universe made me confess to you how much I love you again and again?

And what if every time you turned your blind eye saying I’m not the one you want?

What if you are right and I’m not the one you want?

But what would you do if I am the one you need? To fight the demons that live in you?

And I’m long gone. What would you do if tomorrow you wake up and you cannot find me again?

Will you break down at my grave and let me know how you love me?

Even then, I will try and reach out to you. But I can’t haunt you. So I will stop my soul. From letting you know that I love you too. Still.

Will you move on? Will you be able to? Or will you finally realise how much you loved me too? And wish that we had more time?

Will you decorate the grave of “us” with my favourite flowers?

Will you pray for another life just to find me again? Will you promise to love me back in the next life then?

And if the Universe grants you the wish, will you find me again? Will you remember to love me? Or will you let me go again?

What will you do, love?