It Could’ve Been Us the Whole Time.

Wouldn’t that be crazy? If I never fucked it all up?

I know sitting here, wondering what could’ve been is a waste of time, but I’ve never learned how to care for my time, and they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Imagine where we would be right now? I’d like to imagine that we’d be dipping our toes in the sand on the beach, but that’s probably not the case.

We’d likely be arguing about what we’re going to eat for dinner at home. Maybe we’d be planning on inviting the neighbor out for a drink at the house.

I’d let you get some alone time and maybe catch up on a few chapters of your favorite book, but knowing me, I’d make it a mission to get your attention. It’s a requirement for me to annoy you one way or another.

You don’t ever think about how we’d be planning our first trip outside of the city? We could probably both do PowerPoint presentations on what city we should travel to next. Maybe make it an episode of Shark Tank? We’d have to see who can be the better convinced.

Obviously, I’m much better at persuasion, but I’d let you win now and then so I can see you light up at the thought you won fair and square.

I’d probably read this to you as I type to see what you think. You’d see my eyes light up as I completely geek out about the grammar mistakes I made. I’d follow up by throwing a pillow at you for laughing at me.

Yea, life would’ve looked a lot different if we would’ve just stayed together.