Between the stars; it’s where you stare in awe on dark nights, bathed in the moon’s light, surrounded by cricket songs.

It’s where love blooms next to your partner, tangled between the stars that seem to dance just for you and her.

Between the twinkling stars is where your son will learn to fly his first alien spaceship, you’ll run behind him and laugh as he lifts the toy up towards the sky full of stars. Soon, it’ll be where he looks during trying times.

It’ll be where him and his partner lay on long summer nights and dream up their future.

The space between the stars is the place where lovers reunite after years of being separated by death. It’s where you start over and become something greater, mom and dad.

You told me to always look towards the stars, the spaces between, the comets and the shooting stars. And that there, I’d find all I ever wanted or questioned.

It’s where my mom and dad met. It made me. It gave me spaceship lessons. It’s where I look during trying times.