Was there even a lifetime?

“Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world where I was yours?” — Lifetime

In this world holds the core memory of what once was a lifetime — the one that used to breathe through every particle that coexisted. A lifetime where love existed gently, as if the universe itself had chosen two souls to meet despite the distance between stars, despite time itself moving against them. That lifetime became the reason two humans believed that love was above all being. Maybe it was the lifetime that chose every planet, every universe, and every version of us.

There was once a world where your name sounded like home and your presence carried the kind of peace words could never fully explain. Every second felt infinite in a way only love could understand. The stars seemed softer, the nights less lonely, and even silence felt complete whenever it was shared with you.

Perhaps that was the cruelest thing about love how it could make temporary moments feel eternal.

Sooner or later, what was once called a lifetime now remains a mystery to lovers. An ancient worth of memories now carried by two different souls learning how to breathe alone. The universe that once held both of their hands now separates them into different paths, different skies, different versions of living. Yet somewhere within every memory, love still lingers quietly, untouched by distance and untouched by time.

Maybe we reimagined the lifetime too much that we forgot what it truly was. We held onto the idea of forever so tightly that we failed to see how temporary people could be. What once felt infinite slowly turned into something distant, something unreachable, something that only existed within memories we revisit when the world becomes too quiet.

What once was a world full of yours is now a world full of me, myself, and I. Yet in every universe I exist in, a part of me will always search for the lifetime where I was still yours.