This is such a new plot to meeee LOVE THE ENERGY AS THE NONCHALANT AND ENERGETIC BF HEHEHEHE. They're both sent back. Like nothing happened. Like it was just a dream. But it wasn’t. It broke me, something so devouring ig? That love is destined in every world. That you’ll always find each other no matter what, this story said no. Sometimes, love is a glitch, a detour a painful “what if” that never gets answered. And that hurts in the most beautiful way. This isn’t a story about soulmates destined to meet in every lifetime? It’s like about quantum love that the hearts drift through timelines like particles, sometimes aligning, sometimes just missing It’s about two versions of the same universe, two lives running side by side close enough to touch, but never truly syncing Because in one world, they were something In another, they were almost? And somewhere in between? They were everything, and nothing at all. Their love didn’t defy space and time It was shaped by it, twisted rather nd made more beautiful by the fact that it couldn't last Not all parallel lines intersect. Some loves are just echoes across dimensions, brief, brilliant collisions in a multiverse rhat doesn’t believe in forever. And sometimes, that’s all we get And somehow, that’s still enough to ache for a lifetime (◞ ‸ ◟❁)
This is such a new plot to meeee LOVE THE ENERGY AS THE NONCHALANT AND ENERGETIC BF HEHEHEHE. They're both sent back. Like nothing happened. Like it was just a dream. But it wasn’t. It broke me, something so devouring ig? That love is destined in every world. That you’ll always find each other no matter what, this story said no. Sometimes, love is a glitch, a detour a painful “what if” that never gets answered.
And that hurts in the most beautiful way.
This isn’t a story about soulmates destined to meet in every lifetime?
It’s like about quantum love that the hearts drift through timelines like particles,
sometimes aligning, sometimes just missing
It’s about two versions of the same universe,
two lives running side by side close enough to touch, but never truly syncing
Because in one world, they were something
In another, they were almost? And somewhere in between?
They were everything, and nothing at all.
Their love didn’t defy space and time
It was shaped by it, twisted rather nd
made more beautiful by the fact that it couldn't last
Not all parallel lines intersect.
Some loves are just echoes across dimensions, brief, brilliant collisions in a multiverse rhat doesn’t believe in forever.
And sometimes, that’s all we get
And somehow, that’s still enough to ache for a lifetime (◞ ‸ ◟❁)