When we're stars
Briefly

I thought I could gild away the rift in the teacup of yours that I smashed. You believed that something broken could never truly be made whole again.
I could never fix the tears in your heart… and physics is just a crutch for people who are afraid of maths, and I married an idiot.
So, I fixed it. That's the good news for you… assuming the Universe still exists when you get home in two hours.
Read at Nature
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