if things don't really end

I'll write a tale with an alternate ending:

When I'll be free to ask you anything every second,
and wouldn't think twice to offer you a cup of coffee.

When I'll go explore the every tiny bit of the world,
and still feel safe to call you home.

When I won't have a doubt to say hi,
or say yes.

When I'll be bounded, but this time: not a rebound.

I wish we were granted the ability to not just write,
but also experience.

A minute is fine,
since it equals forever if things don't really end.

or if things don't really have to end.