Gravity pulls our bodily fluids down, like water in a glass goes to the bottom part of a glass. In space, the water doesn't stay in the bottom of the glass. It distributes itself evenly over time throughout the entire volume of the glass.
I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.
Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.
To me, the glass is half-empty some days and half-full on others. Sometimes it's bone-dry. Or overflowing.
I'm an appalling cook. I can just about create a glass of orange juice and a ham-and-cheese sandwich.