Somehow we made it. Whatever feelings we were struggling to repress got repressed
We’ll kept this up for years. The calls, the messages. There will be countless times when without these, success would be unthinkable
The day you meet her I will think I’ll die of hurt. But I won’t. Somehow I will manage to exponentially increase the happiness i feel for you, and I will, to overcome my sadness
And one day, someone will be nice to me again. And I will go for it because, what do I have to lose? You already found someone anyway…
And our significant others will think it’s weird that we’re still friends, but they will forgive us because they love us. they will suspect that there is something still there but they will hope for the best and the best will come for them
And you’ll propose to her because for the first time in your life, something makes absolute sense and the time is right.
And we’ll live close-by because of the similar nature of our work. And we won’t see each other as much but we have “friends of the family” status.
And on the day of my wedding, you’ll be wearing a tux and I’ll be wearing my dress, and your eyes will glaze because, apart from your wife, you’ve never seen such a beautiful glowing bride.
And we’ll have an awkward smile: the product of the unconscious realization that it could have been us dressed like that at our own wedding.
And down the road every time I bump into your mom or dad they’ll give me a look that will make me wonder if they ever expected me to give them something, but that’s silly, I’m a married woman and it doesn’t matter anyway.
And we like each other’s children a lot because they remind us of the qualities that drew us to each other in the first place, they’re still pure in them you see.
And it’s not that you don’t love me anymore, but you love her now.
And every few years we’ll have a deep conversation about things that our partners do that annoy us. and we’ll give each other some good advice and apply it back home.
And on the day of my funeral you’ll remember all of the good things we went through, and you’ll feel sad that i’m gone but content and satisfied with your decision. Because really, you aren’t thinking about your decision, you haven’t thought about your decision in a long time.
And on your deathbed I’ll be the first person that you think of. not the last, because that space is reserved for the most important.
And you were right, you always helped me till the end .And you were always so nice because, well, that’s just how you are.
But what do I know, this was just a hypothetical situation.