What if's

  Love stories are not easy, but the truth is. Many days of my life are lived through "what ifs". Today a huge "what if" went through my mind.

  What if I lived in England? If I lived close to you?
Would we walk down the street hand in hand? Would you be kissing my lips instead of hers? Would I get to watch you play guitar for me?

  Imagine me walking by you. A girl that intrigues you, someone whose name you have to learn. One day you would walk up to her and say:
"Hello, I'm Tom, What's your name?"
"Hello... I'm Sarah."
"Do you live around here?"
"I just moved in down the street."

  Just imagine that, our conversation taking off and getting to know each other just like we did in October. Except that was via internet. Maybe if I lived there... I'd have a chance. You wouldn't be thinking of me as only your friend. Everyone could know us as Tom and Sarah. We'd never have to be alone. My mind wouldn't always wander. I wouldn't constantly consider running away.
  If I lived there would you be my boyfriend? And would I be your girlfriend? There would be no Tom and Rebecca, only Tom and Sarah. Your name would never be paired with anyone other than me.

  Or would everything go another route? We would never speak. I'd be another person in your neighborhood. Just another stranger you walk by. You'd never look into my eyes and never get to know me. What kind of fate would play out?

  There are always a few alternatives to my "what ifs".
The scenario I want is obvious, life isn't that fortunate. In my heart I will always be Sarah Rose Price. In your heart I'll just be Sarah your American friend, or sometimes your ex. I will never know, I can only see my point of view.