All I ask is that you remember our beginning. Don’t remember the ending. Stories that don’t end in happily ever after are always better read on the first page.
I miss gazing up at the stars and discussing science over spirituality. Or science with spirituality. Because in my world, one has never trumped the other. I want to talk about white lights and wordless wishes. An earful of milky ways and big dippers. What’s really up there. Heaven? Galaxies? Aliens? Astronauts climbing asteroids? Let me know the universe as not one or the other. But as all. Because I miss it.