In an alternate universe, it's the other way round. I walk around not knowing you while you run around following me. I love you not; you love me dearly. I care less of you while I am your world.
In that alternate universe, I do not beg for you to love me, but it's you who ask me to. I see you but I do not feel. And your glances are meaningless.
In that alternate universe, my eyes do not seek yours. My heart do not beat for you. My existence is not dependent on you.
In that alternate universe, I smile often. No tears stained my cheeks, nor time I've spent waiting. I feel no pain in my chest as if it was breaking.
In that alternate universe, you don't exist in my world. I find color in the world just by living it. And I'm happy on my own.
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