[ her heart is fluttering just the same, like a hummingbird in her chest, and she's sure he must be able to feel it through their linked hands, however silly that might seem. ]

Maybe that is how others see it, but not me. When I look up there, I do not feel insignificant, I feel.. a part of it all. There's so much going on here, but imagine how much else is happening there. Stars dying and being reborn, galaxies moving at impossible speeds, new life waiting to be found.

[ a slow, soft smile tugs at her mouth, her fingers in his daring a gentle squeeze. ]

Perhaps somewhere, there are others watching the distant light of our star and wondering all the same things. I suppose it makes the idea of being flustered about a - a date - seem.. silly.