Space is a wonderful thing, I have a slight unhealthy obsession with planets and stars and depthless black holes. The way it makes me feel so irrelevant and immaterial. The sheer overwhelming size of it all. The star studded universe with a million other planets and parallel earths. How could one not be fascinated by its ambiguity ? Our galaxy is perfect, a swirl of frothy cream in the inky abyss of vacuum. how perfectly the planets align and how beautifully the moon shines. Space is a wonder to behold. I used to think it was stupid of men and women alike to spend their time aimlessly thinking about their love, plucking the petals off of flowers and writing exaggerated poems and ballads about their true loves brows. but once you find your love, its hard not to spend every waking moment thinking about them, their eyes, the touch of their skin against yours, the graze of their lips against yours. The sudden rush of blood to your cheeks and goosebumps that accompany your smi