Something about Seeds (It's late)

Consider all possible timelines within a lifetime like a seed. Then consider all possible lifetimes within a string along with it. Now consider you asked your lover to walk every path you had within the fabric of the seed, and then to say why or why not they were in love with you. That do you think the result of their research would be? Are you there same here as everywhere? How many times did you leave without them, exploring some alternate path. In the end, when push came to shove and you had a choice to make of them or someone/something new, and you knew it, how many times did you not choose them?

In regards to a seed, the times you turned away, from their perspective, would be the disease and imperfections. How many of these goodbyes could they bear before losing themselves or giving you up? Could one trust themselves enough to ask this of their lover, and know they could not truly say goodbye, regardless of circumstance? In fact, that shortly after any separation and the timeline faded entirely, leaving nothing but the original seed? And that despite all the open doors leading outward into other loves and the great unknown, they could only stand outside yours throwing pebbles until you came out, because they didn't want to see any of it without you by their side? If these things can be said, it seems it is not simply your lover you are with, but your soulmate. They will be worth the wait. No subsequent journey will be worth the drive without them, once you know their eyes.

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