On the night I saw the band of stars that I’d always wanted to see, I realized how unimportant that feat was. That it doesn’t matter what we see while we’re here. It makes no difference if there are twenty stamps in our passport, or two, or none. What matters is that you find the right person with whom to spend your time on this earth. Someone who will take care of you when you are sick. Who will love you and the extra hole in your head. Who will drive for hours while you sleep in the passenger seat. Someone who will show you how immense the universe is and still make you feel that you are the
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