In another life, weāll stay up all night together.
Weāll manage our lives together seamlessly.
Weāll clean on Saturday mornings so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend.
Iāll make the coffee and pick out an album for us to jam out to.
Youāll sing along to our favorite songs while making pancakes.
Weāll laugh and dance and youāll use the batter-covered whisk as a pretend microphone.
Weāll finish cleaning up after breakfast, and Iāll join you in the shower.
Weāll scrub each others backs, and make out while rinsing off under the hot water.
Youāll follow me back to bed, the bed you freshly made with clean sheets just hours ago.
Weāll make a mess of it and make it up again.
Youāll tuck in the corners.
Weāll spend the afternoon at the library.
Iāll pack a picnic and youāll read your old favorite books to me.
Iāll kiss you in the dusty History section, and when I think no one is looking,
Iāll touch and tease you some more.
Youāll take me to the bathroom and lock the door because you want me so bad
You just canāt wait any longer.
Weāll get caught and almost get thrown out and weāll run away laughing.
Iāll drive us home, but maybe Iāll stop somewhere secluded first
And touch you just how you like it, from the safety of the backseat.
In another life, weāre so fucking good together.
Iāll hold you when you need to cry,
youāll make me a hot cup of tea when I forget how to take care of myself.
Weāll cook dinner together.
Iāll wash the dishes and youāll put them away.
Iāll clean and cut up fruits and vegetables to snack on.
Youāll motivate me to be good to myself when I donāt feel like it.
Weāll remind each other to take our vitamins and meds.
Iāll make you a smoothie when you donāt feel like eating.
Youāll tell me Iām beautiful when I donāt recognize my own reflection.
Iāll tell you youāre worth the world, because you are.
Iāll sweep the floors so you can mop.
Iāll do the laundry and youāll mow the lawn.
When weāre both having a bad day,
Weāll let each other be as grouchy as we need to without judgement.
Youāll kiss me when I canāt make myself get out of bed.
Iāll gently play with your hair when you canāt sleep.
Iāll say something careless on occasion and youāll be rightfully upset.
Weāll both feel guilty.
Iāll shut down and youāll implode.
Youāll call me out and Iāll get defensive.
Iāll take way too long to process and understand my feelings as well as yours,
And youāll get tired of explaining it to me and eventually give up.
Youāll feel invalidated and Iāll feel confused.
Weāll work through it and try not to hurt each other again,
Even though we both know itāll happen again anyways.
Weāll grow to resent each other in new ways.
In another life, maybe weāre still no good for each other.