Do you ever wonder what if there was another you, like in another universe, not necessarily someone which has your body but I mean, your soul or the inner you or whatever it is that they want to call it — someone whose dreams are the exact mirror of yours, who thinks as you do, sees the world as you do and also wonders of weird things like this.

I mean, who would her friends be? What color would she like? If she didn’t have a life of luxury, would she have enough guts to just risk it and take the leap? If she had the chances that you didn’t have, would she have taken it?

If she can see you right now, I wonder, would she say to herself, “If there was another me, I hope to have that life she was born with because if I do, I would have done something differently.”