I used to laugh when people say they feel incomplete when they should be a whole person themselves.
But after meeting him, everything made sense.
There was a story that when the Big Bang happened, stars were pulverized into the matter that created us. They said soulmates were tiny particles of the same star that were separated, and they would come together again someday- two wholes of a person coming together again to create something grand out of love.
And I believe that story. He made me believe.
The love I had for him transcended time, thought, rationale, and even death. And I have come to realize that we're more than stars.
He's my moon, and I'll always be the sun that burned for him from afar- trusting that one day, we'd meet again in the most beautiful eclipse.
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