looking at the moon, but seeing you.

 

I wish that we could be together; oh, how I wish it could be so. But just imagine for a second that there’s another world out there, far beyond our own, where there’s another version of you, of me. Imagine that when we make wishes here, they come true there. So when I sit here and wish with all my heart that we could be together…well, in that other world, you and I are together, all because I wished for it to be so. So even though we’re rather far apart now, and you and I will never be together as we long to be…somewhere out there, we are just as we ought to be. And somehow, that makes the heartache a little less painful. Just the idea that there is this fictional world where you and I are living in our dream makes it all a bit more bearable, doesn’t it? Maybe we’ll even meet there someday, you and I. Perhaps we’ll get a chance after all.