I know I am histrionic, prone to self-aggrandizement, perhaps even duplicitous at times. I know you are the universe. The stars— easing the fear of the obscure, a gentle motivation to face the unknown. The sun— magnetic and warm, a source of light. The moon— beautiful in all versions, comforting, a guide through the dark. and I know there is no dimension that exists where I don’t feel for you. I‘m sorry I can’t admit to the stronger word.