Amante de las letras y el universo 💫
“No todo lo que digo es una indirecta, lo que te afecta es tu conciencia”.
-Meli Benitez
también es egoísta
culpar a alguien
de tu tristeza
solo por los ideales
que creó tu cabeza
skam-ruined-my-life
“Even.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Even.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you awake?”
“No. Isak. I’m obviously murmuring and now talking in my sleep.”
“That was one hell of a sarcastic remark. Where did you learn to do that from, hm?”
“Hmm, maybe from the master of sarcasm that I’ve been living with for a year and a half.”
“I don’t talk like that!”
“You do though.”
“I must be a pain in the ass then.”
“Well…”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
“Just sometimes. Because the other times I am the-”
“God. Just shut up.”
“Did you just throw a pillow at me? What are you, 5?”
“You deserved it.”
“What is this? You wake me up in the middle of the night and now you throw a pillow at me?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you stressed about something? Is the insomnia- because you know you can talk to me- for how long has this- please don’t-”
“Even. Even stop. You are sweet and all, but I just had too much coffee too late.”
“Oh. Okay. Good…What can I do to help?”
“Cuddle me.”
“I can do that.”
“And tell me what the other Isaks and Evens are doing right now.”
“Well. Did you ever think that some parallel universes may be very different from ours?”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know. But you said that there is an infinity of universes, right? So maybe some of them are not similar to ours.”
“So you mean like, maybe there is a parallel universe where you are hotter?”
“Ouch.”
“Kidding. You are the hottest babe.”
“Alright. Moving on. Maybe our parallel selves look different and they speak different languages, but their story is very similar or almost identical to ours.”
“That is an interesting take, for sure. But that is not how the theory of parallel universes works. I told you that-”
“Don’t start talking nerdy to me now. Let me finish.”
“Okay. Go on.”
“I think that we fall in love in all countries. All over the world.”
“We do, huh?”
“Yeah. Actually, our Italian selves met and fell in love this fall.”
“Wow.”
“Yes. They had some hard times, but just like us, they are taking it minute by minute and they are going to be fine. More than fine.”
“I’m glad they are doing okay.”
“Uh-huh. But you know what? Our French versions haven’t met yet. But they are going to very soon.”
“Exciting. French Isak must be feeling miserable right now though.”
“It’s not like French Even is doing any better. But I am sure my charming parallel self will sweep your other self off his feet in no time, and things will get better because they will have each other.”
“Well, they say that French is the language of love, after all.”
“Would that turn you on? If I spoke French?”
“Shut. Up.”
“Noted. Gonna install duolingo tomorrow…Stop rolling your eyes or you won’t hear about Spanish, Dutch or German Evak.”
“Evak? You spend too much time with Magnus. Also, why are all of them from Europe?”
“Alright. There’s an American version of us as well.”
“Cool. But what if we are girls in that universe?”
“Could be.”
“Maybe some of them are also not white. Why would they not be diverse if there are so many of us living in so many different places?”
“Okay. You being all woke gave me a bonner.”
“Weirdo.”
.
“Even.”
“Hm?”
“Are all of them happy together?”
“Of course.”
“Does… does any of those Evens still feel anone?”
“Just those who haven’t met their Isak yet.”
