It’s another late Friday night and the entire house is asleep. I’m sitting here wondering, if I wish hard enough and close my eyes long enough, can I transport myself to a parallel world where things are the way they should be, and we belong to each other?

In my perfect reality, I would be the girl you come home to. Your name would be etched on the band on my finger. We would share a mailbox, a front door, a last name. We would talk over dinner every night, and wake up in each other’s embrace. Everything in the world would be right. Everything about our love would never have to hide.

I don’t understand it sometimes. We already have the love. Why doesn’t everything else follow?

I miss you terribly. Do you sometimes miss me?