"Do you know the best things about stars?"

"What?"

"They're all dead, but we can still see them. When we look up it's like we're looking at a million different memories, a million different versions of something that used to be. That's not romantic, either; it's just science."

"It's a bit romantic," I tried to argue.

"No, it's not," she said. "It's real, and that's what important."