I wonder what she's doing right now.

Is she sitting alone, trying to imagine me? Is she wondering who I am, what I'm like, and if she'll ever find me? Maybe she's looking at the stars and imagining that I'm looking at the same stars? If I went outside right now, would we share the moon?

I wonder what she looks like.

What color is her hair? Does she wear glasses? Is she tall or is she short? Do her eyes twinkle, and do they seem to change color with her moods? Does her face light up when she sees someone she loves? Does her hair swing and sway when she turns her head? Does that one strand keep landing in her mouth?

I wonder how we'll meet.

Will it just be one of those chance encounters? Will we be introduced by a mutual friend? Will we just know right away, or will it take time?

I wonder how she'll treat me.

Will she laugh at my jokes? Will she even understand my jokes? Will she mend my heart, or will the pieces slip like sand through her fingers? Will she be understanding of my moods, as I'll try to be understanding of hers? Will she be faithful? Will she learn my weaknesses and use them against me when we fight? Will she lay on the couch with her head in my lap while we watch a movie?

I wonder how it will end.