Our sights entangled, like two dancers who find themselves in the center of the ballroom, dancing to a tune which is familiar to both, enacting a coming and going of subtle gestures like a mime would translate the unspoken words. For an instant, even when we look each other from across the room, the space between us feels minuscule, as if our noses were about to touch. Our eyes reflect themselves, like the moon sinking in its own reflection on the quiet sea. But even when I believe that we are so close that the beating of your heart echoes inside mine, truth is, there is an entire world in between.
Unfortunately, for two persons to find themselves across the world, two wills are needed. Not only one.