Every now and then I get the reaction

Every now and then I get the reaction of ten thousand glow-in-the-dark stars.
As if someone dropped a penny and it landed heads up. Or the sky poured sunshine as an alternative of afterthoughts. And I heard "how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist" on the radio.
I want to believe that we’ve stumbled upon a love story that was never ours, 
but made it so.
Something wrong, could be right, could be superb.
I also want to believe that we’re a time before forever. That everything before anything had been long set in activity. At a time when none of us were strong enough to know it.
Maybe it’s less of a feeling thing. And more of a hoping thing.