[ TT ] You and your true love are space miners who have been placed on separate asteroids . You 've just found out that your asteroids are on a collision course .

Something changed. There was a quiet storm out in space. Some otherwise imperturbable nebula finally decided that life was too short. Its breath shot from one cloud to another and the collision changed the gravity enough, like the motion of a man hailing a cab, to bring two tiny stones in alignment. 
 
 There: between visions of making it to our home planets; between the face of God, devouring the horizon set in otherwise blinding light; between a sense of momentary peace in knowing nothing would ever change, our eyes met. We were in love, the collapse of the tiny stones supporting our lives would n't change that.
