Only You
Somewhere between a melody and a memory, two hearts learned what it meant to belong to someone. Their love asked for nothing more than a little time together, only to discover that even a lifetime would never be enough. “Would you love someone else if I didn’t exist?” she asked. He looked at her as though the question itself had hurt him. “If you didn’t exist, neither would I.” “That’s not possible. What if I had never been born?” “Then I would have no reason to wish for a life of my own.” Somewhere along the way, her name became the quietest prayer he knew. And his voice became the sound her heart would search for, even in the silence. “T-this is wrong.” “Then stop whispering my name like a prayer.” His name had found a home in places within her she never knew existed. Loving him felt less like a choice and more like remembering something her soul had always known. Perhaps forever was never measured in years, but in the number of times a heart chose the same person, even when choosing them hurt. In the memories it refused to surrender. In the hope it carried long after hope had become a foolish thing. Perhaps love was never about finding someone you could live with, but the one person whose existence made you understand why you had wanted a life in the first place. And perhaps, when everything else has been taken away, when the world has forgotten their names and even the stars have grown tired of watching— There will still be one truth left between them. Only you. Not because there was no one else in the world. But because, in every life he could have lived, in every version of forever he could have wished for... His heart would still have chosen her.
