"Did you know that a whole ocean might exist underneath the surface of one of the moons that orbit Saturn?" you said, with the stars shining in your eyes.

"No." 

I didn't care. I thought you were my ocean, a beautiful enigma waiting to be explored.

And maybe you were actually stormy and rough and cold and dark and unknown.

Maybe you were actually dangerous. Inhabitable.

I didn't care.

You thought it was wonderful; so why couldn't I?