As he kissed her for the last time under the large concrete shell of a roof - how unromantic he thought, with the loudspeaker voices threatening everyone about scheduled times of airline departures - he still tried to hold time back, delay its pace, and a teardrop escaped her eye when she finally let go of him. Don't cry, he told her, and looked up at the sky. Just think, he said, five hours later if someone saw us from Pluto he would see us kissing. She laughed at the absurdity of such a thought at the saddest moment, but he sushed her, his hand covering her mouth. Don't laugh either, he said, remember this, two and a half million years later someone will peer at us from Andromeda and they will see us kissing in front of this airport, because this light would reach there then; for that galaxy we are still the future they haven't witnessed yet, but for sure they will. Twenty five million years later someone's heart will swell up because they will see this kiss, in the Sombero Galaxy, don't you realise this kiss will last forever? This kiss will dance everywhere around the cosmos just being in one place, inerasable, unforgettable. And when it will reach the outer end of the universe, when someone will view us thirteen billion years later from one of those ancient places so far away, like Messiers Galaxy, we will still be kissing, and still indelible because the universe is expanding faster than light. Don't you see, we shall always be kissing in every part of the universe all the time from today? We have defeated time, we are permanent, our kiss is etched in every stone around the cosmos. Look at the sky, love. Don't you see us everywhere, kissing in every conceivable part of the sky in between the stars, forever? And she looked up - as he walked through the door, fading into the crowd to face his destiny, to battle the final round of his cancer which he would eventually lose - she saw stars in the sky, and she felt so lonely that she shivered, but somewhere she knew, deep inside her being that felt as large as the cosmos and as forsaken, that she might always feel isolated and lost and abandoned, but she would never again feel alone.