"Oh yes I would!"
Upon asking if I would travel into space with you:
"Those planets are so far away. One year, one year and you've lost everything you left behind. Would you?"
Who decides how time passes? Who warps and changes the digits to pass differently than they always have? "Always" is a word kind of like "forever." It implies this thing that change can't touch.
I was told that the best way to time-travel is to do it drunk. I was also told the best secret when you were drunk. You may never remember telling me either one. It was basically the same thing, anyway. My best friend keeps saying "would you?"... "Well, would you?" And mostly I just don't want to lose her. Or you.
Life as we know it
is usually boring until someone asks you to change for them.
Leave your "always" and "forever"s at this place here.
Turn them around, send them into space.
It's hard to imagine telling the truth to someone who could potentially laugh in your face with it. Control your laughter for a moment; know that I practiced for three hours trying to say this right. Know that it's hard to put the words in order, that I'm scared into shaking. But know what I'm saying to you.
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