Two short lines carry a whole ache. The speaker begins with a simple, hopeful statement, "We meet," then immediately admits the truth: in the real world, the two people are miles apart. The only place they come together is in a parallel universe, somewhere imagined rather than lived in.
The feeling here is longing, held quietly. The speaker doesn't complain or plead. They state the distance plainly, and that calm tone makes the sadness hit harder. The idea of a parallel universe works as a private comfort, a place where things go the way the speaker wishes they would. It also hints at how out of reach that wish feels, since it has to be moved to another universe entirely.
The mood is wistful and tender, with a thread of resignation. The stray quotation mark at the start, which never closes, may be a small detail, but it leaves the opening line feeling unfinished, a bit like the meeting itself.