Maybe we'll meet again in another time, another life. Maybe we'll become shooting stars, crashing together in another space. Maybe we'll fall in love again, or maybe we won't. Maybe someday, we'll pass each other in a crowded hallway, trying to reminisce who we were in another universe.

Maybe, the world have always tried to say we were never made to be. But, in the stars, we are always inevitable, and you'll always be someone I've always known.