The Sun Is Also a Star

by Nicola Yoon

I get a sudden sense of déjà vu. I’ve been here before. I’ve noticed those bright eyes and that smile.

But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?

He was some exotic planet and I was his favorite satellite.

I get a kind of déjà vu, but instead of feeling like I’m repeating something in the past, it feels like I’m experiencing something that will happen in my future.

According to multiverse theory, every version of our past and future histories exists, just in an alternate universe.

Maybe part of falling in love with someone else is also falling in love with yourself.

I love this part of getting to know someone. How every new piece of information, every new expression, seems magical.

We’re kindling amid lightning strikes. A lit match and dry wood. Fire Danger signs and a forest waiting to be burned.

The sheer number of actions and reactions it’s taken to form our solar system, our galaxy, our universe, is astonishing.

“Here’s what I think,” I say. “I think we’re all connected, everyone on earth.”

“I think all the good parts of us are connected on some level.