I walk swiftly across the road and I'm startled to find that he , too, is walking toward me. He must have learned the same lesson I had; never let distance keep you from the one you love.

We meet in the middle of the road. The cars are still honking at us, going either direction the past and the future. They blur and we don't hear them. I stare into his silvery eyes, they shine when he smiles at me.

I smile back, feeling a blush rise in my cheeks. His eyes blaze and he twists a strand of my hair away from my face.

"Hello," he says, letting his fingers linger on the side of my face, trailing sweetly down the architecture of bone, and skin.

"Hi," I answer back. This is my new beginning, my new start: Him. He will forever be the one whom I cross a distance for. You might disagree with me and say that 'that wasn't distance.' But it was. 'It doesn't matter how far that distance is,' I would answer. 'So as long as someone meant to cross it for another is all that counts.'

I'm not sorry to say that I have forgotten you. I'm only sorry that you and I didn't find the strength to cross that distance that sprung between us. I have moved on now and I hope one day you do, too. I hope that you will realize that distance doesn't matter and that love is more important.

Again I say, take care. But this is the last time I will be saying it. I know you will hear it over these miles of city, across this giant space. I know you will realize what my love really meant.

Goodbye my past. Hello, new beginning.

We are still standing in the street, him and I. He grabs my hand in his, our palms sliding together perfectly, like a puzzle. Never will I let distance hold me back. Never.