If we were born into different lives, if we were reincarnated into a different universe and found each other again, maybe then we'd have been given a chance. I would trace the lines in your face and feel you kiss each mark on my unclothed skin. I'd sit beside you and laugh as we play the game we both love and you would support and teach me the best strategies to implement. I'd listen to your soothing voice talk me to sleep. Not because it would bore me, no. But rather, it would calm me in the same way a mother's touch would calm her distressed infant. I'd grab the opportunity to love. I'd bask in its privilege. I'd explore its intricacies. And together, we'd do justice to its honor. We would love right, pure, and sincere. We would hurt nobody. We would be happy. But this is the world we live in. These are the lives we lead. And in this reality, we do not belong together. We do not fit.
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