8 months later and we're in the middle of October. Trees shed leaves, Halloween can be heard cackling a few weeks off. Soon, you and I will be a young Leia and Han, brought together across galaxies to fall in love, to combat the reality of a silent, frigid, deep space. Is it too hasty to say 8 months will turn into 8 light years? That your gravity will always pull me closer to your core? That each month, week, day has me wanting more? I think not. I think ours is intergalactic, transdimensional, spanning space and time. That in all other off shoots of our reality, I end up as yours, and you and up as mine.