space
I remember, as a kid, never really knowing what I wanted to be. An astronaut? Yep, quite a naive little dreamer, wasn’t I?
An astronaut. Well, I guess I just really liked their suits. They looked so cool, right?
But somehow, as a child, I was so certain that one day I'd make it to outer space, floating among the stars, seeing the universe with my own eyes.
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As I grew older, I realized that I could still see space. I could even feel it.
Only this time, it wasn't the kind of space I'd always dreamed of. It was the space between us.
Funny how life works, isn't it? The distance keeps growing, stretching further and further, until even the things once so close begin to feel like distant stars.
This isn't the space I wished for.
But I suppose there's still something in common. Both are places where I keep my dreams.
Perhaps I did become an astronaut after all. I’ve spent so much time learning how to live with the distance, watching something I once held close become another distant star.
