If we were in outer space, I’d run laps around Jupiter if it meant that I might possibly come across you.
This nebula may seem like nothing more than a cloud of dust and other ambiguous elements right now, but soon enough, we’ll form enough stars to pierce light into the darkness.
And come to think of it, I don’t know a damn thing about astronomy, but by the way you looked at me, I could have sworn that our galaxies have collided in another lifetime.
And I know that the universe is argued to be the “totality of existence”, but that only goes for those who haven’t have the privilege of getting lost in your constellation.
I seriously cannot wait for the day when I can be curled up in my bed, going over my case files from work earlier that day and you come straggling in, throw off your clothes and put on my college sweatshirt, put your hair up, put your glasses on, and snuggle up into my side smelling like our child’s shampoo.