I wished.

A wish, for something that I never believed in before. Came true, or so it seemed. Fleeting, flickering, yet sometimes so real. In flesh, something so intangible, something we all desire. But the pains, the tears. Worthwhile? Maybe, for the laughter, the smiles, the memories. Yet, the threat of it all - memories - turning bad, equally real, equally potent.

I don't regret, and I never will. So long as I know that deep inside, this crossing, this encounter, was real.

And I felt real.