Beginning at the End

What if we met when we were older and more evolved.
When we understood more of what love involved. 
Uncovered our traumas and accepted our flaws. 
After we developed our compassion and our resolve.

What if we needed that before we met each other.
Would we have made choices that kept us together?
Would we see each other in a lighter softer color?
Would we agree to disagree on issues that didn't matter?

What if we could go back and correct the mistakes. 
Fix the things within ourselves so our default wasn't hate. 
Forgave our parents for the heirlooms of generational traits,
so we stop projecting our problems on others before it's too late.

What if we figured out how to love ourselves first. 
Before trying to love without knowledge of how it works.
What if we figured out the values that made us who we were,
didn't align with the path we've been on since birth. 
Would that have saved us from causing each other this much hurt?

What if the prerequisites for wisdom weren't experience and time. 
Developed our emotional intelligence without having to try. 
Believed in what we're worth so jealousy and envy couldn't thrive. 
What would our life be like if we put all our differences aside?

What if we looked in the mirror for the answers that we seek. 
Held ourselves accountable for the way our minds perceive. 
Expanded our consciousness to change our thoughts and how we see. 
Helped each other discover emotional responsibility. 

What if you and I met as emotionally stable grown ups? 
Do you think we could fall in love with who we've become?
Would we need to work as hard as we did when were young?
What if the timing were different, would there still be us?

What if we did everything right.
Would we still choose those fights?
Could we still choose our life?
Would we still be husband and wife?
Perhaps in another life. 
So, here I write. 
The "what if's" of my forgotten life. 
Despite my heart's sudden plight.