I could see in the gray light that he was crying a little. “Thanks,” he said.
“I kind of just want to stay here in this particular instant for a really long time.” “Yeah,” I said.
We settled into a silence, and I felt the sky’s bigness above me, the unimaginable vastness of it all—
looking at Polaris and realizing the light I was seeing was 425 years old, and then looking at Jupiter, less than a light-hour from us.
In the moonless darkness, we were just witnesses to light, and I felt a sliver of what must have driven Davis to astronomy.
There was a kind of relief in having your own smallness laid bare before you, and I realized something Davis must have already known:
Spirals grow infinitely small the farther you follow them inward, but they also grow infinitely large the farther you follow them out.
And I knew I would remember that feeling, underneath the split-up sky,
back before the machinery of fate ground us into one thing or another, back when we could still be everything.
I thought, lying there, that I might love him for the rest of my life.
We did love each other—maybe we never said it, and maybe love was never something we were in, but it was something I felt.
I loved him, and I thought, maybe I will never see him again, and I’ll be stuck missing him, and isn’t that so terrible.
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