Forever.

"if I were the moon, would you still look for the stars?" she asked, "only if you promise me to shine forever," he said. "but what if I can't shine forever?" she replied. he calmly said, "then, it doesn't matter." "but if I were the sky, would you still look at the ocean?" she asked next, "only if you start pouring heavy rain," he replied. "but what if I do pour heavy rain and bring storms?" she said. "then I'd still choose to look up the sky to say ‘oh my,’ rather than stare at the sea — for you’d still be prettier, anyone would agree." "and if I were the sun, would you still look for shade?" she asked once more, "only if you start to burn me," he said. "but what if I do burn you?" she replied, and he whispered, "I'd rather burn and die a million times, than hide from you."