Moonlight

somewhere we're holding hands

I see that girl in my dreams almost everyday now. She still looks so pretty as if someone tore a star in half and she was born from the light of it. She holds my hand and leads me to a place in our school that only exists in my dream. I can almost sense the nostalgia she is getting from holding my hand.

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning.

“What matters most of all in life is being able to make that contact with another human. Otherwise you are dead, like so many people today are dead. But if you can take that first step toward communication, toward understanding, toward love, then no matter how difficult the future may be–and have no illusions, even with all the love in the world, living can be hellishly difficult–then you are saved. This is all that really matters, isn’t it?”