In “The Apartment We Wont Share”, Nicole revisits the hypotheticals she and her partner created while they were still together, and how it contrasts to the people they are now after the relationship has ended.

I do also love thinking about, what if, in some alternate reality, we first crossed paths? A place and time where the notion of 'forever' doesn't sound odd or even, impossible.

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In the apartment we do share, We casually toss around dreams, holding nothing back. And you know what’s wild? Every time one of us says, “I love you,” it’s still this mix of butterflies, a kind of thrilling embarrassment, It’s still feels like the rush of infatuation, those late-night texts, the playful competition of who’s better at this flirting game, Like we’re forever on this crazy rollercoaster, going full speed always feeling the rush.

In the apartment we do share, I don’t smirks when you share your future plan, Maybe we’ll debate which country we want to live in next, Because, in that universe, this isn’t a dead-end road, How could it be? We’re like a match made in heaven. And in that universe, we still lay in bed discussing which means deeper in Bahasa, “sayang” or “cinta” or some other local language and the inadequacy of English to depict the spectrum of love— and every chat ends with a playful, "Well, but I liked you first." It never fails to make me blush, as if we're in a competition (and if we are, count me happily defeated).

In that universe where we get to be together as long as we want, Airports become our favorite spots, Because every goodbye is just a prelude to another hello, And we can always count on it.

By chance there is another dimension, Time is not our foe. I can say your name and it means only your name and not what you left behind.

In some hypothetical reality, Where our connection is not just a means but lifetime journey, And in that apartment we do share, I knew that I had come home.