**Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?** _I think it has to. _ **Why?** _Wouldn’t you? Spending your entire life giving all of your warmth, your brightness, to organisms you can never meet without burning them up just like Icarus?_ **That’s rather sad. ** _It is, but I think there’s a certain beauty to it. _ **How could there be?** _Think about it, it’s a fundamental part of being alive. _ **Fundamental?** _Like, wanting something so badly but knowing that to even try to get it would be the destruction of the very thing you’ve given your life to. _ **That’s not beautiful. ** _Isn’t it?_ **No. ** _Tell me you’ve never loved someone so much that you’d give them everything, even if you could never fully have them. _ **…** _That’s what I thought. _ _Of course the sun gets lonely up there. _ _Don’t you get lonely down here?_