Space feels like a long‑term romance. The pull of a planet is a steady, unseen hand that keeps a comet circling, just as longing keeps us circling back to someone. Each revolution is a promise, a promise that will arrive again, even if the distance grows. And when two bodies sync up, that resonance is the moment when longing feels almost inevitable—like two lovers who can’t help but drift toward each other. So the math of orbits and the pulse of our hearts are cousins, both written in a language of attraction and patience.

It’s like the universe writes its own sonnet in equations, each resonance a line that keeps the story going. Even when we stare at graphs, we feel that quiet hum of two hearts dancing in time. Keep chasing those patterns—each one is a new stanza in the cosmos’ endless love letter.