• You left your scrapbook on the kitchen table. It was the bundle of your favourite memories you carried with all your heart. It had a lot of pictures of the sky in it, with these little side notes, about when we were younger; how we sat on the roof looking at the stars, I was pointing at them, whispering to you, I want to go there! And you told me that people already have walked on the moon, I was so surprised... I didn’t believe you.
    And when we grew older, one time I asked you how big the universe was. You told me that the size and the variety of it was infinite. I laughed at you, No way!
    There were pages in your scrapbook, pages you have torn out. You tore them out because it had to be perfect; you were always starving to be perfect. I told you, you were ruining it by tearing them out, but of course you never listened.
    The years have gone by and I’ve learned new things. I’ve learned that the moon landing in 1959 was a fake, that the universe is infinite and that parallel universes might be existing, I have learned that you can read past and future in the stars. And it’s so sad, if the theory of the multiversum would be a fact, somewhere out there, I would have done everything different. How can I ever be sure then, that I’m doing the right thing then? That I am even staying true to myself? I’m asking myself how many times I’ve already killed myself then, somewhere in another universe. But to make one thing better…

    Somewhere out there, we love each other, infinite.

    → http://depths-of-winter.blogspot.com/2010/12/say-hello-to-stars.html