All I know is this:
You need to love her like she loves the sky. Love her for her vastness, how she blankets everything.
Love her for her clouds, her lightness, her storms.
Love her for the stars in her eyes, how they shine when it’s dark, how they leave you questioning your very existence.
And love her for her sunsets. The colours, the peace, the finality. Love her for the way she ends things with beauty, love her for her need to turn everything to art.
The sky might never know that there is someone on earth that loves it as much as she does, but she loves it all the same. Love her like that.
— Sky high