An Alternate Timeline

I have just finished watching ‘Shrek 4’, and the story line made me think. If Shrek is able to convince Fiona that they are in an alternate timeline, why can’t I do the same. I am fairly certain that I made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin too. I know I cried and said that I would do anything to stop your snoring. I wanted to sleep by your side forever, but your snoring is something that my sensory autism just couldn’t cope with. Not forever. If I made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin to get away from your snoring, just for one night, but he tricked me, and now I am stuck in an alternate timeline, where you are emotionally unavailable. You didn’t want to see me, spend time together, you couldn’t even message me to let me know you were okay. You bought a house without me, without telling me, without sharing that with me. You wanted distance. You wanted to be far away from me. You wanted to be alone. You hung up on me mid-conversation, when a better call came along. You couldn’t agree on a time to talk. You couldn’t message me to say goodnight. You couldn’t share any part of your day with me. You couldn’t spare two minutes of your day to message me. You didn’t want a connection. You didn’t want a conversation. You wouldn’t put in any effort at all. That isn’t you. That is some alternate universe you. The you that I know is kind and caring. He loves me, cares about me, texts me that he loves me every single day. He wants to slowly move into my maisonette. He wants to get engaged. He wants to marry me. He wants to a connection. He wants to feel like I am a part of his day, every day. He wants cuddles and kisses. He wants to see me. He wants to try. He wants to put just as much effort into every day as he did the day that we met. He loves me. I know he loves me. And I love him, with all of my heart. If there is any way in the entire universe that I could somehow reach out to you and convince you of this reality, I wish that you would come back. I wish that the old you, from the previous timeline would return. I miss him. I miss you. I love you, Dexter.

- Josie -