She looks up at the moon, Glances to the stars, Wonders if he is looking at them too. Like a bird’s wings, Her heart flutters at the thought of him: Her friend, her love, her everything. He is 3000 miles away, and lives in a different time. Although their hearts are bound by late night phone calls, Conversations filled with stories, plans, and plenty of innuendo, They always seem to say, “in the future…” And, “when we meet…” as if it will be tomorrow. But there is so much time in-between. Enough to make them crazy. Maybe one day, there will be a meeting. Maybe there will be a fondness unmatched. Maybe, one day, there will be an “us”.