Grieving the loss of possibility

In another life, 

I hope our clothes are folded in the same laundry basket.

In another life,

I hope that our toothbrushes share the same cup.

In another life,

I hope we got all those pets we wanted.

In another life,

I hope we're slow dancing in our kitchen while parsley watches us and purrs.

In another life,

I hope we try new restaurants every saturday

and that we finally picked the perfect sunday night talks.

In another life,

I hope I can still enjoying those gorgeous big brown eyes of yours.

In another life,

I hope we get a house with a great backyard, host friends and family.

In another life,

I hope we were still photographing each other with beautiful smiles etched on our faces.

But most of all,

In another life,

I wish we had more time. 

I wish we never forget that somewhere between our hi and goodbye, there was love, so much love.

And in another life,

I wish I can tell you that I am in love with you.

Now I know,

You don't even think twice of me,

Because you are like a brilliant shooting star,

And I am just a simple cloud that looks up at you in admiration.

But the importance is,

In another life, 

I hope you are actually happy. 

I hope you are not in the situation of, "What worse? Never having this, or having it and it ends?"