In another life.

I like to think, that in another life, you chose me.

We spend our minutes together, completing the things on that ridiculous list, adding new lines all the time.

We laugh at the time we snuck into that hot tub, just as the clock rolled into two am. We tell our closest friends about how your shoe got dropped in the water upon our haste to flee, just sure we were caught. How we couldn’t catch our breath as we laughed and wheezed, spent from running back to the waiting vehicle. We would tell them about soaking wet we ordered Chinese and ate it upon the hood of your car as three clicked into place. As the story comes to a close we would lock eyes and both think of how we fell into bed, our hair damp, and hearts light from adrenaline.

In this other life, you taught my heart how to be calm, okay with where I stood. In this other life I taught you how to be wild and free, letting your spirit run towards every adventure.

In this other life, no part of me resents you. No part of me wonders if I would have been spared so much heartache.

In this other life, I sometimes think of the moment I stood in front of you, asking you to choose. Here, you chose me.