Aspirations. Dreams. There's a difference, he says. One group is achievable. The other is like heaven: you'll never really know, no matter how hard you try in this life.
She wonders if he knew already, even then, what he would become.
She watches him from afar now, and she smiles. She knew him when. Maybe he doesn't remember, but she does.
As the people clamor around him, she laughs and thinks about how shy he used to be. She recalls trying to force him out of his shell that first time, and she puts her fingers to her lips. At that moment, he does too. And she freezes.
Maybe he does remember after all. Maybe they're still connected.
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