Somewhere in the vast cosmos, your laughter lingers, echoing across an infinite tapestry of momentary choices. Each thread woven, a universe split, a heart stitched anew.
I ponder on those days, where reality perches on the edge of dreams, a dance of possibilities entangled in the quantum fog. Do we love more deeply in the shadows of what could have been?
The heart, a rogue wave in a deterministic sea, carving its own path yet haunted by the parallel whispers. Did you remember me, or am I a ghost in your alternate existence?