If we had fit better.

It would have been different. Even with my hesitation when it comes to marriage and children, I know it would have gone that way, with you. Had we fit better, that is. Had we fit better...

I would have worn this, some day.

You would have given me this.

And I would have carried this...

Into this place.

We would have found a place like this, and put up pavillions and tents, laid out carpets and cushions, and have honey-roasted boar with our friends and family.

We would have gone here for a while.

Later on, this would have happened.

She would grow up to be a mix of this...

And this. And we would have loved her.

 Somehow, we would find a way to make it possible for us to get this...

And this.

We'd end up living someplace like this...

Though as we got older, I'd start to wish for something a little more like this.

Yeah. That's... A lot of dreaming, wishing and theorising. But whether I wanted it there or not, my mind made room for those things. Always planning and preparing, just in case. I really hate that I could see it all. Mainly because of her. The girl. Our girl. Showing up uninvited in my dreams, making me want her. I never wanted children. I still don't. They smell weird, they scream and poop and are totally dependant on you. Except her. Nova. The one thing that would have had him fall completely and irrevocably in love. I saw that, too. She would have smiled like he does.

So this is my official goodbye to that future. It's time for it to leave my head and, more importantly, my heart. Cause fact is we don't fit that way. No matter how much any of us wants to.