Let me tell you about my hopes and dreams:
Maybe one day, after this mess is over, we can be together again. I can see us, sitting in the grass somewhere, maybe on a far-off planet, glancing at the sky. It's beautiful. The whole world is turning pink and orange, and yellow, and all the flowers are in bloom. Wherever we are, it's happy there. And for once, in this one little moment that only makes up a fraction of our lives, we're completely unperturbed—unbound by what anyone has to say, or by any of their stupid rules.
In that place, we'll be The Queen.
I'll end and you'll begin. Or maybe you'll end and I'll begin. It doesn't really matter.
And that will be it. And we can smile together, without a single worry to share between us. Maybe we'll never even have to worry again.
Wouldn't that be wonderful?