The seasons changed again, from spring to summer.

I spent more time with him. I smiled more. I raised money.

I learned a lot about myself, that I didn't have to be entirely dependent on someone else. I learned that I could trust myself.

I also learned that yes, I am an astronaut.

But in this strange, rhetorical metaphor I've wrapped myself up in since I met you, I've learned that even though I'm floating aimlessly through space, there are an infinite number of beautiful planets and ethereal stars and gorgeous galaxies yet to be discovered.

Maybe he's one of the new mysteries of this space I'm lost in that will draw me close.

I think he is.

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