Who decided that we’re measuring love in distances? Patty started saying she loves me “to the moon and back” and I told her to cut that shit out. The phrase itself isn’t even a complete thought. Is love going to the moon and back? The sentiment is more indicative of love’s ability to travel than its size. And what the hell kind of measurement is the same distance, twice? If a single trip to the moon isn’t an adequate measure of your affection, there are literally all of the other planets to choose from. Just pick something further away and skip the return trip.