Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
I met my wife on a ferry boat, and when we landed she gave me the slip
It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that?
I see why now Tohno-kun is different from the others. Like the rocket shooting off into space, on the loneliest journey to the far end of the solar system. Because he's always looking at something beyond me. He can never see me. I cried myself to sleep, thinking of him.
You know, sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I just ... met you one day. Like normal people do. If I just walked by you on some street one sunny morning and thought you were cute, stopped, shook your hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Daniel.
When someone's running late through an airport, I hope they miss their flight so they can meet the love of their life at the duty free shop.
I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.
I waited and waited, and when no message came, I knew it must have been from you.
I don't mean he missed him, but he just didn't get him when he put the tag on him.
She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.
The longer you're with the wrong person, you could be completely overlooking the chance to meet the right person.
What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?
So often in my life I've been with people and shared beautiful moments like travelling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew it was a special moment, but something was always wrong. I wished I'd been with someone else. I knew that what I was feeling - exactly what was so important to me - they didn't understand.
It's like seeing someone for the first time, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and there's this kind of recognition like you both know something. Next moment the person's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it.
But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.
They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.
If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realising I was there, right within reach.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Sometimes you meet someone at an inopportune moment and it doesn't work out, but then you see them again five years later and you're in different places and it's a better time.
We've probably never met, but I wish we had.
He thinks, I remembered you, Thomas More, but you didn't remember me. You never even saw me coming.
Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.
