Well, I didn't necessarily mean you or me - definitely not me - but us.

[ As though he'd ever even considered the possibility that they would ever have a chance to catch up - not until he woke up here and they found each other.

He'd accepted his fate those many, many years ago, when he flew that plane into the arctic tundra. And that promise made over radio static was just one of those things you say because 'goodbye' was too hard, too unfair. ]

I'm glad you did get to dance though. I hope you went as often as you could.