And may you both laugh, knowing you will never finish.
Until then. And after then. And always. So go ahead. Find someone worthy of an impossible count. And begin tonight. Hasta Que No Queden Mas Estrellas Que Contar
Maybe love is like that, too.
May you find someone willing to sit beside you on a hillside at 2 a.m., wrapped in a thin blanket, pointing up at a speck of ancient light, and say, “That’s number 4,721. Only a few trillion more to go.” And may you both laugh, knowing you will never finish
Astronomers estimate there are between 100 and 400 billion stars in the Milky Way alone. Beyond that, there are more than two trillion galaxies. To count the stars—truly count them, one by one—would take thousands of lifetimes. The human mind cannot hold that number. It collapses into poetry. And always
Until there are no more stars left to count.
May you find someone who does not just love you when you shine, but who stays through every galactic season—through supernovas and black holes, through meteor showers and long, silent orbits.