They were perfect for each other, but they never met.
All through her childhood she gazed at the stars and dreamed of a boy like him, wondering if he was out there. He was, and he was thinking of her too.
All through her young womanhood she waited for him. He looked for her in faces in the crowd.
She gave up when she was thirty, and married the best man available. He never married.
In her fantasies, it was always him. In his, it was always her.
Her marriage failed, and late in life, she went travelling alone. He threw himself into his career. He worked for NASA, sending a probe into space with information about humans.
Light-years away among the stars, her spaceship picked it up before she died.