To be in love with you…I can’t imagine. You and I are separate nebulas; we are our own universes even…yet we are part of the same picture. You are made up of the most mysterious of stars. I cannot travel to you; I’m not evolved enough. Give me one thousand years and I will meet you on your own horizon. I am uncountable suns, yet you are infinity. I want to be the same. I want your infinity to count me. To join me. So that we may be one, and grow. Someday, I will not be standing so small watching as you expand, your light blinding me. One million years from this thoughtless time, you will have become me, and I you.