As I walked the grey, cold streets of Stockholm it reminded me of my hometown.
Same ways, same smells, same sights, same people, but different.
Two particles could collide, universes could be born.
But what if the particles would choose different paths?
I made him cold as I let the Stockholm night in to the warm room.
Where he would talk to the people he usually talked to, without taking notice of me.
I closed the door again.
Maybe in some universe? but not in mine.