Perhaps we've passed each other, while walking down the street Or perhaps stood in line, one behind the other, paying for our groceries. Maybe we've seen each other, at that one restaurant we both love. While these are all uncertain, there is one thing I know. You're out there, somewhere. Waiting for you and I, as well as I and you, to finally meet. And maybe, then we can finally be together.
Hope is a powerful thing, however it's also dangerous. I hope she's out there, somewhere. However, I will not be blinded by hope whenever I believe I found her anymore.