Somewhere In Between

In another Universe, I never met him. I have never encountered his laughter or his smile. I have no idea what he looks like walking away. I have never heard his thinking noise or experienced the wrath of his stance with one hand on his hip. In this other Universe, my standards of humanity are still low. Consequently, I am probably still dating the wrong guy right now. I am still forcing smiles and faking laughter, among other things, and I don’t even…