And just like that, we are time-traveling again. In two different places, for a brief spell.
In the darkest hours I am unable to sleep and get very angry at a world that continues to conspire to keep us apart at times. And the political climate is only getting worse every day. I dream of a world where love across borders is not penalised.
But we fight it, we travel on, we make our home in new places whenever time catches up to us. We make more magic.
We are fortunate souls. I am the luckiest potato in the universe. There is more light in my universe than ever before.
Nothing will keep us apart. Together, forever.
“Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts.”
“There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.”