Maybe we were meant for something greater. Maybe we were meant to leave school and get married. To have kids who would play on a swing set that you and I would spend one weekend putting together. Maybe we were meant to have it tough at the start, and maybe we were supposed to learn to value money before we came into it in large sums. Maybe we were going to buy a big house by the sea. Maybe we would own a dog who would bring us happiness in the absence of each other. Maybe we would cry at our children’s graduations, and maybe we would travel the world. Maybe we were meant to grow old, tracing the wrinkles on each other’s faces. Maybe we would have bought neighboring plots at the graveyard, and maybe we would have lain like that, together, eternally.
But then again, maybe we were meant to be sitting right here on this curb; talking about the maybes that could have been, but never were.