WE CAN LAY UNDER THE STARS AND YOU CAN GAZE IN AWE AT THE BEAUTY OF SOMETHING MILLIONS OF MILES AWAY WISHING OUR LOVE COULD BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
I'LL SAY NO, BECAUSE THE LOVE YOU WANT, LIKE THE STARS, IS NONEXISTENT.
THE STARS YOU SEE ARE ALREADY DEAD.
TIME IS JUST SHORT ON OUR END, BUT I CAN PROMISE OUR LOVE IS THE PRESENT.
IT'S WHAT WE HAVE RIGHT NOW, AND IT'S WHAT WE BOTH FEEL INSIDE EMOTIONALLY.
I CAN PROMISE THAT IT WILL LAST LONGER THAN THE OLDEST STAR IN THE GALAXY.
IF THAT STAR DIES THEN OUR LOVE WILL LAST LONGER THAN THE OLDEST STAR IN THE GALAXY NEXT OVER, AND SO ON.
OUR LOVE WILL BE THE CLICHE INFINITE YOU HEAR ABOUT, BUT OH MY GOD, IT WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER.
