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What if I wasn’t sitting on that bench that day?
Or you were elsewhere when I was there?
What if I didn’t bump into you in the bookshop?
And saw that we were reading the same book?
That I ran away when you said “Oh, hello”?
What if the letter didn’t get jammed in the mailbox?
And you didn’t come to help me get it out?
What if we didn’t like and have the same record?
And talked for hours about our likes and dislikes?
What if we didn’t held hands by the moonlight?
And promised each other that no matter what
We’re there for each other. I’d like to know…
If things were different…. what if…?