**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?_