I’d streak past your cold brilliance almost every single time I was passing through your galaxy. Each time you just stared straight ahead and ignored me. I was madly in love with you but could never quite find the courage to come close enough to you to touch.

We grew up together and were inseparable as only children can be. Every day during the summer we’d run outside and play in the evening sunshine with not a care in the world. She was my whole life. The fondest memory I have of her was when we went mushroom picking, spending hours foraging for mushrooms amongst the stars and comets.

The first few moments of the universe were like soup. Far too much energy and not enough protons gave it a bit of a peppery taste but I still loved it. The memory of your mum’s cooking when you’re growing up gives you such strong memories.