not laika | but friends only
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere.
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happen to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
~Murakami Haruki, Sputnik no Koibito (Sputnik Sweetheart)
I wouldn't mind crossing your path. If you wouldn't mind crossing mine, this is the moment to be bold and open up to me. I will try and be couragous as well and mirror you - if just for a short while, if just for the briefest moment. You can continue on, following your own seperate orbit after that. What matters is now.