fuckyeahtng:

I started to hear from him less and less. I knew his career was taking him away from me, but I didn’t want to believe it was over. I spent a lot of time thinking about him — wondering where he was, what he was doing. Sometimes, I’d look into the sky, and imagine that he knew. And that…somehow, he could sense me thinking about him. 

So, who knows? Maybe one night, we were looking up at the same star and…you were thinking about me.  And in a way…I was thinking about you. 

6.24 | Second Chances

Star Trek really loves episodes with duplicates/counterparts