“It's that heart of gold, and stardust shine that makes you beautiful.” 
                                                                                 R.M. Broderick

We’re all just a bunch of socially odd atoms striving to continue existing, spinning in space on a ball of rock and magma, gazing at specks of light in the darkness millions of light years away.
We aquire affection for other bunches of atoms and call it ‘love’, we blush and touch lips and exist for but a moment in the infiniteness of time.