“Correct,” he said. “So, what would it look like?” I asked. “Huh?”
“If it weren’t cloudy, what would I be seeing?” “Well.” He took his phone out and opened it up to some stargazing app.
“So, over here in the northern sky is the constellation Draco,” he said,
“which to me looks more like a kite than a dragon, but anyway, there would be meteors visible around here.
There’s not much moon tonight, so you could probably see five or ten meteors an hour.
Basically, we’re moving through dust left behind by this comet called Giacobini-Zinner,
and it would be super beautiful and romantic if only we did not live in gloomy Indiana.”
It is super beautiful and romantic,I said.We just can’t see it.
I thought about him asking me if I’d ever been in love. It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in.
You don’t get to be in anything else—in friendship or in anger or in hope.
All you can be in is love. And I wanted to tell him that even though I’d never been in love,
I knew what it was like to be in a feeling, to be not just surrounded by it but also permeated by it,
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