Still in Orbit, Still in Love

Dear Myung-ho,

So… change of plans.

The capsule that was supposed to bring me back? It’s been delayed. Some sort of malfunction—nothing dramatic, just one of those quiet problems that takes weeks to solve in orbit. I’m safe. I promise. But it seems I’ll be watching sunsets from above a little longer.

And strangely… I’m okay with it.

I miss you. That’s the constant. But here, above it all, I feel like I’m watching the Earth dream. At night, I float to the window and count lightning storms over continents. During the day, I trace the curve of oceans and wonder if somewhere beneath that blur of blue and white, you’re looking up—thinking of me.

The Earth is unspeakably beautiful, Myung-ho. Not just pretty. Beautiful. Like you when you talk about things you love. Like the sound of your voice when it softens unexpectedly. That kind of beauty.

I’ve started whispering to the stars. I tell them about your smile. About how your laugh creases the corners of your eyes. About how I want nothing more than to press my feet to the ground again—so I can run to you and collapse into your arms.

But until that capsule arrives, I’ll be here. Suspended. Orbiting both the planet… and you.

Every moment, I marvel. At the wild generosity of this view. At the miracle of loving someone so completely that even space feels full of you.

Stay close to the sky. I’ll be waving.

Your gravity-bound astronaut,
Eun-ha