This one's tough to understand, Carly (like I should expect anything else by now), but I'm going to try. Bear with me here, and if I'm way off, correct me please.
First, it seemed like you were describing an internalized hope for some happy delusion, for a state of joy and happiness between two people, "straying from sight on long-windex beaches," in other words, walking on clarity but not using it - looking forward when the option exists to look down. Windex beaches, clear and perfectly transparent, that you "trudge" upon instead of looking through.
You "name each other," attributing hopes to one another, walking together towards the same goals of deluded happiness...
Maybe I'm reading my own feelings into this one a little bit, heh... could be that this poem is tugging away at some of my already existing sentiments, bringing them to surface... but that's really what I see in here, and I have trouble interpreting it any other way.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche