Dear you,

You don't know me. Of course you wouldn't- you're you and I'm me. We're worlds apart.

We were so close once, in school, but we never met. Never spoke. I fell for you somehow, even though we had never talked. But I missed my chance, and you went on to do bigger and better things. You moved to Seoul, and then moved overseas.

An ocean separates us now, but it never used to. But even when it didn't, we were still so far away from each other; you were so out of reach.

You're still out of reach. Sometimes, it's like my fingers almost touch you, but then you're already a gone again, further out of reach. It's like reaching for stars that you know are up too high but you reach for them anyway.

You're a star. A big, bright star, and I'm just a small boy with a heart bigger than his tiny hands. A heart that holds only so much still, before it will break.

I know I will never see you again. I will never really know you. I will never really meet you, not in this world, not in this lifetime. Dreams are dreams, I know, but I can't stop hoping my dream will become a reality.

I can't give up yet.

But I know that even if I met you, you wouldn't remember me, how happy I would be that day, the smile on my face. You'd remember nothing. I don't think there would even be a flicker of recognition in your eyes.

And that's okay. I would never expect you to remember me. I'm no different than the thousands of others you've met and forgotten by now. Like an old flower. I'm about as significant to you as an old flower of many in your garden, one not so pretty, one so easily forgotten.

Maybe I'm less significant.

And I'm okay with that.

If you're happy now, then that's all that matters to me.

Are you happy now?

-P.JM