The Furthest Distance in the World The furthest distance in the world Is not between life and death But when I stand in front of you Yet you don't know that I love you The furthest distance in the world Is not when I stand in front of you Yet you can't see my love But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both Yet cannot be together The furthest distance in the world Is not being apart while being in love But when plainly cannot resist the yearning Yet pretending You have never been in my heart The furthest distance in the world Is not being apart while being in love But using one's indifferent heart To dig an uncrossable river For the one who loves you

Both are convinced that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.Beautiful is such a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful.Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that nothing was happening between them. What of the streets, stairways and corridors where they could have passed each other long ago?I'd like to ask them whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door ever being face to face?And 'excuse me' in a crowd or a voice 'wrong number' in the receiver. But I know their answer: no, they don't remember. They'd be greatly astonished to learn that for a long time chance had been playing with them. Not yet wholly ready to transform into fate for them, it approached them, then backed off, stood in their way and, surprising a giggle, jumped to the side. There was signs, signals, but what of it if they were illegible. Perhaps 10 years ago or last Tuesday did a certain leaflet fly from shoulder to shoulder? There was something lost and picked up. Who knows but what it was a ball in the bushed of childhood. There were doorknobs and bells on which earlier touch piled on touch.Bags besides each other in the luggage room. Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night, suddenly erased after waking. Every beginning is but a continuation, and the book of events is never more than half open.

Don't think that no one's loved you, because they've turned away. Don't feel that they didn't care for you, because they couldn't stay. Don't damn the world for not returning the love you feel you've given. Don't hate the one that you were yearning for, because he couldn't make a commitment. Just think of him as experience, and think how much you've grown. Think of him as the scared prince who placed you on a throne. Think of all your times together, feeling closer since you're apart. Think of your plans of now and forever, and hold them in your heart. And don't let yourself feel so much hate, when he's no longer your other. For when you're both at heaven's gate, that man will be your brother.