Little by little, the time with you and me passes.
Little by little, this space becomes yours and mine.
Little by little, the distance is moving.
Yours and my distance.
But has the distance between us gotten smaller?
Or has it grown bigger?
I don't know.
I do know that I want it to be smaller.
But then the same thing would happen again.
"It won't be the same."
"This person isn't that person."
"It's someone else. People are all different."
"Even if people look the same...
"...they're all a little bit different."
"No two hearts are exactly the same."
"That's why the same thing won't happen."
Then is that person the "someone just for me?"
I don't know.
But...
...I'm starting to hope he is.
In this place that this person brought me to...
Little by little...
...little by little...
...I'm beginning to hope that...
...I can start finding happiness.