Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would be nicer to me.
Not because you would be a better person,
but because you would realise that goodness deserves goodness.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would not push me.
Not because you would be less stubborn,
but because you would realise you have already pushed me far enough.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would not hurt me.
Not because you would care for me more,
but because you would realise that I dont deserve the pain.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would be a more mature person.
Not because your immaturity bothers me,
but because you would be a happier person being mature.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, you might begin to value people.
Not because they will be there for you,
but because you will miss them when they arent.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will be a stronger person.
Not because I regret being sensitive,
but because I realise they arent mutually exclusive.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will not get pushed.
Not because I am weak today,
but because you mistake my softness for naivity.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will still get hurt.
Not because I cant remedy that,
but because I dont want to change my heart.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will not take maturity for granted.
Not because I have too much of it,
but because I know you have too little.
Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will value those who value me.
Not because the others dont deserve the care,
but because they dont know what it is to care back.
And all I can hope for, is that some time, in this world, we can still be who we are, and still be happy.
