The Man in the Moon

I talked to the Moon yesterday. He sends his condolensces. You see, he just gets so many messages from lovers across the world, he's just not able to deliver them all. Although delivering letters is not his full-time job, he does his best.

He wishes he could do more for those trans-universal lovers, but all he can really do is commnicate a feeling. He told me to tell you that keep hoping one day your One will come. He hoped and prayed and looked. And one day she found him. He looked up (or down) and there she was.