Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.

And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?

Gifts of the heart can't be claimed by anyone except the giver.

The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.