I rise from my scars...

Somewhere, tucked away in the vastness of it all, hidden between the horizon and the sea, there exists a world where you are loving the one that got away, where the words you never allowed yourself to say flow freely between your teeth. There exists a realm where you did things differently - where you chose the other path. Maybe you are happier there, though that is not the point, for maybe you aren't. Maybe, just maybe, despite circumstance, despite regret, you are exactly where you need to be. The only thing stopping you from realizing that is the way you whisper: what if?