We would burst into each other's lives with bold confidence, kissing sweetly and passionately every chance we got.
We would speak needs with gentle words, almost able to see the listening from the other.
We would dance in our bubble so sweetly that no one else would ever be a factor.
We would sing and laugh and dance and cry and breathe with daring.
Our love would be silly and full and the perfect amount.
We would know we were each other's person, just like we have, but this time, we wouldn't hesitate, because we would be brave.
There would be no need for pleading letters; longings on lonely Saturday nights; wishing I could text to say hi without being too stalkery; failed attempts at dating others or getting over it.
You would come to my apartment in Berkeley and easily break the force field of solitude I have built around myself, look at me with your adorable smile, and we would be together.
We would get out of our own ways and be brave.