There are theories that another universe exists,
but what if there isn’t one,
and this is all we have?

The warm summers,
the cozy winters,
the scent of autumn,
the calm of rainy days,
the winds of stormy nights—
and this is all we have.

Cafés, books, and cinema,
art and music,
dance and sports—
the things we do to fill our hearts and find contentment,
and maybe this is all we have.

Strangers who became friends,
friends who became strangers,
family members who always supported us,
and those who left us to meet on the other side,
the lover who made our hearts full,
the platonic souls whose presence we cherish along the way—
and maybe this is all we have.

The nostalgia of childhood,
the anxiety about the future,
happy endings,
sad goodbyes,
new beginnings,
the cries, joy, excitement, nervousness, guilt, love, calm, chaos, peace, and everything in between—
but maybe this is all we have.

The joyful days of school,
the chaos of college,
the frustrations of work,
the pressures of business,
the places we hold dear,
the places we never visited,
the places that feel nostalgic,
the places we will never see,
the places that remind us of people and memories—
and maybe this is all we have.

I hope there is another universe,
a universe where we all feel accepted, loved, and at home,
but I’m afraid this is all we have