“You’re not in love with me in a parallel life we are sharing,” she said, putting a plate of pasta down in front of him. “We’re together, but you don’t love me. You love someone else.”
“That’s silly. You know I love you,” he said, picking up his fork.
“You don’t love me, in a parallel life, not in this one, you squirrel.”
“I don’t get it?”
“You don’t love me in another life we’re living together somewhere else,” she said, in frustration. “That’s where you don’t love me.”
“I’m only living this life at the moment, and I do love you.”
“I know, but I’ve been having these dreams. They’re always the same, you tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I can feel that it’s true. You’re cold and empty. You want to be with her.”
“I want to be with who?” he asked.
“I don’t know who she is.”
“Neither do I. How could I? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s the problem with parallel lives,” she sighed. “They just stop by to visit and there’s nothing to be done about them.”
He stood up and dragged her to her feet. They started dancing, he held her close. “I love you. Always have, always will.”
“You are so mean in that other life.”
“It’s not really me.”
“I think it is.”
“We should be happy with the life we have right now, don’t you agree?”
“I am happy. I just wish the dreams would stop.”
“Honey, we’re ninety years old,” he laughed. “The only way we’re splitting up is when we’re dead.
“I never once doubted you. Not ever. It’s the other you I don’t trust.”
“It’s a dream.”
“It’s another life, somewhere.”
“Okay, but it’s not OUR life right here. I bet ice cream would make you feel better.”
She smiled at him. “I hate that other guy.”
“So do I,” he said. “And, if I ever meet him, I’ll punch him a few times for making you feel bad.”
“Okay,” she snickered, hugging him. “Chocolate with sprinkles, please.”
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Rethinking Life 
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on February 22, 2023