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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.



But this aint another world,
and this aint another time.
This aint another you,
and this aint another me.
I am who I am, because I am who I am,
and you are who you are, because you are who you are.

And all I can hope for, is that some time, in this world, we can still be who we are, and still be happy.