Was this always meant to happen Is this Chekhov's gun firing Were you always meant to hide And leave me alone crying Would I have to sift through thousands To find another world Only one special one Where our bond was upheld Or did we work in every other And I somehow ruined this Did it only happen In this universe Was there something wrong with us That spanned across timelines Or was there something faulty In just this one of mine
I'm not sure if I expressed this idea properly. Am I making sense or am I spitballing? Was it always meant to happen, or did I mess it up? Were we simply incompatible, or was it one too many straws? Does this happen to every alternate, or are we special by being separate? Am I unique in my mourning, or are there versions of me doing the same? Were we a hopeless cause, doomed from the start? Or did something rot along the way, ruining our perfect end?