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There’s something about space that makes you realize how small you really are.
Not just the space above us — the stars, the silence — but the one between people.
That invisible distance that grows when words stop coming and pride takes their place.
I used to think space was emptiness. Now I see it’s where truth hides.
In the pause between two heartbeats. In the moment before goodbye.
It’s the quiet that asks: “Will you cross the distance, or will you drift away forever?”
Maybe that’s what it means to be human — to float, to lose gravity, and still search for warmth in the cold universe.
Space isn’t nothing. It’s everything we’re afraid to fill.