I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer...
Romance, Wondering
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
Nature
And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.
Fiction