XXXIV. Stars

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'T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it, he is so above me.

All's Well That Ends Well

Act 1, Scene 1, Line 98

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That was her star. That was him.

She was rational. His name was the star's, but he was not himself the star. And yet, looking at the night sky, she didn't see an M-class red supergiant, or the ninth brightest star in the sky. She saw him, winking down at her.

"T were all one," she spoke to the night, "That I should love one bright particular star, and think to wed it, he is so above me."

"Shakespeare, Babes?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her close. "Thinking of trying acting?"

She smiled. "Just stargazing and thinking."

"About?"

She sighed, relaxing into his embrace. His nibbling on her ear was distracting. "Oh…things." She smiled. " I love you, you know that?"

"I know, Babes. And I love you too. In fact, I'd be more than willing to demonstrate that, if you'd like." He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting like stars in the night, and she laughed.

"Come to bed, then." Stars were well and good, she realized, but they could never compare to him.