They floated in space holding hands, a graceful zero-gravity dance. He felt his heart skip as he gazed into her searching eyes, shining brighter than both Spica and Polaris. The moon glowed softly behind her, and streaks of pink and violet painted the dark backdrop enfolding them. He gently placed his hand on her cheek, and he felt a current of energy ripple though him as his skin touched hers. He swore the stars lit up like a child's face upon it's mother's return home. She cast her eyes downward as he brushed his thumb across the corner of her mouth, watching curiously as it curved up slightly in response. He noticed a tinge of pink peeking out from beneath his palm and watched the color spread across her face. Amidst the eerie beauty of the universe surrounding them, she was still the most breathtaking thing that he saw. Not even the Milky Way Galaxy could compare. His left hand found the small of her back and he pulled her close, breathing her in as a comet whizzed past them absentmindedly. He longed to hold her like this forever.

When she looked up at him from beneath her lashes, their eyes locked like two halves of a magnet snapping together. His breathing paused and he got lost inside the depth of the world contained inside her irises. A warmth crept through his chest and his stomach fluttered. Her eyes told him everything. It was like she had her own language. He leaned his forehead against hers for a moment, barely touching his lips to hers as he resisted every urge pulsing through his body. Her warm breath awakened his skin, sending chills down his spine. She softly uttered the words: "I love you", as she pressed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him tenderly and a wave of light washed over the planets, illuminating them one by one. Even the Universe knew this was something special. He felt a tingling sensation in his toes and looked down to see himself turning to stardust. They had transcended both time and space. It was like living inside a dream, only it wasn't.

He looked around and noticed flashes of past, present, and future memories dancing across the darkness. One showed a fragment of their first meeting, and another showed a day they explored a creek. His favorite one lingered a little longer than the rest-a comforting glimpse into one of his deepest desires. They were in the warmth of their own home on Christmas Eve, their living room decorated with all kinds of lights, stockings, and garlands. Now his wife, she sat on the couch facing him as he played his guitar. A baby peered from behind her arm, watching him closely and hanging on to every note and chord. He watched himself play, a vibrant glow of happiness surrounding him. He noticed her looking at him like nothing else in the world could matter more. She was completely consumed with the moment.

The memory faded and again he floated in space, holding tight to his most prized possession. Now even their arms glittered as they turned to stars. He looked at her one more time and his eyes traveled to the sparkles climbing up her neck and onto her face. He knew they only had a few moments left. He felt his body slowly waning, watching as they both turned to bight, iridescent dust. The atmosphere rotated and everything went black. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. The harsh lights nearly blinded him and he was once again away from her. But every night he looked out the window and up at the sky, wondering if there were still remnants of them among the stars.