We Might as Well be Strangers
...The Thoughts of Desmond Hume...
If I saw her in a crowd somewhere I might pass her by. I don't know what she looks like anymore. I don't know what she's thinking. Is she thinking about me? Does she still love me? I know she will wait for me but does she still love me? Is she looking for me? I wonder if she knows I'm even alive. If I could trade everything else I owned just to see her and tell her I'm living, I would. It's like we're in two different worlds. If I heard her voice, I wouldn't recognize it. I don't know what she sounds like. What is she doing now? Lying awake in bed like me? Crying herself to sleep like me? Are there tears on her pillow too? Were there tears on her pillow? I don't even remember how she cries anymore. I try not to think of her name.
My God.
We might as well be strangers.
Yes, this is set to the song "We Might as Well be Strangers" by the fabulous band Keane. No I don't own thesong, and no I don't own Desmond. But I do own the idea of Desmond crying himself to sleep. I don't think that's ever happened. But hey, if you're J. J. Abrams and you're reading this, feel free to have Desmond cry to sleep in an upcoming episode. It would be really cute...
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