"Would you love me if I were a fish?" he asked, his fingers fidgeting and his eyes filled with hope.
"No. That would be silly of me," I replied. But deep down, I knew I would. I knew that in every lifetime, universe, or timeline, I would still adore him the same way I do. I knew that I would cry and bottle my tears if he were a fish that needed saltwater. I knew that I would break the earth in half if he were a worm that would not come back to me. I knew that I would do anything and everything if it meant him staying with me.
But I can't.
Because someone else is already doing it for me.
"You're such a bad friend," he laughed, playfully hitting me in the arm.
"I know."
