Maybe, bad things will only happen to us in my nightmares.
Maybe, we’ll never have ugly fights
That make us scream the roof out of its place,
Maybe, we’ll never get chances to be insecure,
Maybe, I’ll never cheat on you
And you’ll never lie to me,
Maybe, we’ll always find time to eat together,
And maybe, we’ll always want to come home to each other, no matter what happened in the morning.
Maybe, you’ll always be the first person I’d want to show my poems to, and you’d always want me to hear your songs first,
Maybe, I’ll still see the sun in your eyes seventy years from now, and you’ll still find pearls in my tangled hair,
Maybe, our kisses will still make us weak in the knees and we’d never run out of passion while making love, as if it’s always our first time,
Maybe, you’d always help me finish my fries and I’d always offer you my last slice of pizza,
Maybe, we’d still do crazy things together and laugh at each other,
Maybe, we’d always fight our schedules to be with each other even though it’s only for a few minutes,
And maybe, funnily enough, we’ll even brush our teeth together every morning and every night,
Just maybe, unlike the tectonic plates, we’ll never drift apart.
Our love will be like in the movies,
Perfect with happy endings.