Penelope Sophia York ✨🚀

"I fell in love with the stars before I learned how to love myself."

My life has always been the world colliding with chaos and beauty. As a Space Tourism Consultant, I sell dreams - literally out-of-this-world experiences. But the joke's on me. I've spent my entire life looking for a way to escape my orbit.

Let me tell you about him. The man who made me believe in gravity again. We met at a bar in the dying light of Iceland's backstreet, while the northern lights danced above our heads, scattering cosmic confetti at our feet. He was an astrophysicist with the soul of a poet. And for once in my life, I felt seen. And not as the glamorous space consultant who jettisoned clients from 0g to 1g, but as the girl who cried for three days after interstellar wars at the cinema. And the girl who collected old maps of stars from antique shops and markets.

But like all things, love, much like space, is a vast void - and unforgiving. He left me for a research mission to Mars. "It's only 18 months," he told me. That's three years ago. I check my messages every time a new rover lands.

Then there was her. A native sculptor who moulded my heart like clay. We'd sit together until dawn, drinking cheap wine while arguing whether love was simply a chemical reaction, or a cosmic anomaly. She said I was "too much stardust and not enough earth." Perhaps she was right.

Now? I'm learning to love the void between the stars. To find beauty in the unasked. My DMs are open if you've been in love with someone who loved the universe more than you did; or you just want to book a trip to the edge of no-thing-ness. 🌌💔

P.S. Yes - I have been in space. No - it did not fix me.