Flying Through Life Unseen

I shall expand my wings now, and face the sky. The sun is shining down upon the earth, brighter than ever. You feel a gust of wind as I flap my wings and take off, and you turn around in alarm. Too late. I am high in the sky now, flying through life unseen.
I descend down to earth after flying for hours. The sky is dark and a storm seems to be brewing. I approach a house, a house in which the curtains are drawn apart and I can see through the window that the room inside is lit. I bound to the front porch, where he is sitting- the person I have looked for for so long. But seeing his face is agony for me. His dark eyes are as dreamy as ever, and he is smiling softly as he sings. His fingers play over the strings of the guitar, and his voice soars high and low.
I feel a lump in my throat. "I have missed you, oh, so much," I whisper, and he hears me. He stops singing abruptly and looks around, puzzled. Of course, he can't see me.
"Diana," he calls, and a girl comes out of the house and sits by him.
"You called me?" she says, looking at him fondly.
"Stay here with me," he says, "the night is getting creepy." Then he puts his arms around her.
I realize, I have lost him.
I turn away from them, feeling hollower than ever. The breeze whistles soothing words in my ears, and I am solaced. I see a sliver of silver water in the distance and brek into a run. I reach the banks of the little brook and lean forward till the ends of my hair trail in the water, and I can see my wobbly reflection in the clear water. Moonbeams play across the water, and it ripples a little here and there.
I can hear the soft sound of a guitar playing in the distance. I follow the notes, and reach a little clearing. A boy is sitting there, playing sad chords. Tears stream silently down his face. I listen to him, unnoticed, as he plays. Then I start singing along softly, and he looks about him, surprised. I think he will leave me, now that he is so spooked out, but he starts singing along with me, so softly his voice is almost a whisper.
"Thanks," he says, once the song is over. "Whoever you are."
I think I have found a friend.