You are made of the stars, and he’s made of the sky.
I can’t say why, but you are drawn to each other.
From the very beginning, since the very first time you saw each other, he saw galaxies in your eyes, big bright and beautiful and you saw the midnight blue sky in his, deep, dark and easy to melt into.
He swirled around you, with a billion questions, and asked them with the ease and swiftness of the breeze.
You looked up at him, with your bright eyes, that held the entire universe within them and answered some, as the stars were always meant to intrigue humans, from the very beginning, so you answered a few and disappeared in the morning as if you never existed.
He mourned, he searched every corner within himself, but you didn’t resurface till the evening, where you came with all your allure, brightness and mystery, ready to entice him with your words and knowledge.
You discussed the universe in depth, of all the secrets it held, of each and every person you admired and disliked, everyone and everything were discussed.
You embraced, and created something that was much more beautiful than both of you existing separately, you created a combination which is the stuff that poetry is made of, the stuff that lyrics comprise of, the stuff that lovers use to whisper sweet nothings into each others ears.
You both created something so absolutely magnificent and awe inspiring whose combination would exist for eons to come.
You disappeared every morning, and no matter how much he would will you to stay, you respected the sun, and faded away gracefully.
Of course, this made the sky very sad, but he waited faithfully for you, going through every morning just so he could see you every night.
You always came, without fail, no matter how cloudy, no matter how cold it was, you were always there.
It’s funny how the stars and the midnight blue sky became friends, then lovers,and are still together,its a tale as old as time,as old as the universe itself, it’s a tale that gives all the hopeless lovers the best thing of all: Hope.