Parallel Universes and We'd be Married

"In another life, I believe we might've been in love."

They spin around together, keeping in time with the music and the waves of people around them. 

He looks at her and his uncertainty is clear across his face. He can't decide whether she is trying to make a joke or crazy.

The look on her face is in all seriousness. He decides once again that she is crazy.

"You believe in nothing."

"I believe in that."

They continue to dance in silence. She rests her head on his shoulder. He rests his hands on her ass. 

"We were never supposed to wind up like this." 

His voice is barely a whisper and yet she can hear him. She reflects on how they were when they were younger. 

How they hated each other until he disappeared. How she hates him, still, now that he's reappeared.

"I don't think we ever will."

They're now meeting each other's eyes. Honest words are finally being spoken without the movement of lips.

Understanding. It's come so late and yet all too soon. 

The song ends. She kisses his cheek and slips away, off into someone else's arms like she's been doing all night. 

He wonders what secrets each of her partners shares with her tonight.

Later, he'll find her number in his pocket. They'll wonder if they can change their perceptions of their reality. 

They'll wonder if they've always felt that way. (And doubt it all the same)