I catch myself wishing again. I feel like there's something about who we are, and what we've become. I don't know how or why, but I can only believe the mirror.

I am always looking at the mirror. Always wishing. Sometimes I am hoping that of all of the people you could be thinking of, you're looking for me.

Sometimes I want to know why I even let myself wish. There are a lot of things in this world, and you shouldn't be in the spotlight.

There are a few times when I catch your eyes in one of the glass fragments, boring into mine. I don't know if it's me you're looking at through the reflection or someone else.

One day, I discovered a decoration for my mirror. I thought it might help me with my wish. It didn't.

I have to wonder if you're looking at me when my eyes are closed. Looking for me when I'm not there.

A lot of the time, though, I don't even see you through the mirror. Are you there? Or am I just wishing for nothing?

Your gaze is very powerful, and dissects me through the mirror. I don't know what I can do to uphold the deepness within you.

Recently you've been acting up. I have to wonder if you have your own mirror, and that's why you want it to be better than mine.

I don't think I can forget the day when I saw you, head rising above one of the glass cracks, take a step closer to me. It made me feel like I wished for something real.

I hate that I feel this way. I wish I could abandon the mirror, see the world without any jagged lines running through it. But why would I do that if I had to see you?

I would never wish for this to be an illusion. I want it to be reality. If my wish became reality, then everything would be all right.

Tomorrow one of the cracks in each of our mirrors would be fixed. Bringing us one step closer to seeing who we are.

Oh, I see myself. I see myself a lot through the mirror. More than I ever wanted to, but less than I ever wished to.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel that way, too. But you're too far away for me to have ever heard your voice.

I feel myself building strength as each crack in my mirror is fixed. Maybe it's bringing me closer to doing the unimaginable.

I have this feeling. This feeling that someday both of us will come to do the unimaginable. Do what was not expected of us, but do the right thing. Fulfill my wish.

We will stand up together and lock eyes for the very first time.

And we will drop our mirrors.