Just so you know, I have devised a million other uncomplicated scenarios on how our future meeting will happen. But they, however realistic, will never be realistic enough. It's amusing and depressing at the same time. How can something be funny and sad simultaneously?

And the scary thing is, the hoping part alone is enough to continually make you believe that it's going to happen someday, anyway. Then, you won't be able to tell the difference between what's real and what's not; what's part of your fantasy and what's part of the dream you ought to be chasing after. Then, everything gets blended together. Everything becomes one thing. Everything becomes all about you.

Then, everything else is too late.