It was not like I had seen more beautiful woman, it was just that I had never seen anyone else like this beautiful woman. She was not in possession of the perfect figure, the jaw-dropping smile, or the desired complexion, but what she did do, every time she smiled, every time she blinked, every time she laughed, every time she cried, was melt my heart, made me forget all definitions of love and beauty, my only solace and my only definition were those perfect eyes, the perfect teeth, the perfect hair and all her little imperfections that made my heart thud whenever they came in my sight. She was the summation of all novels I had read, all movies I watched, all songs I listened to, the words I wrote forged on her skin, the songs I heard latched onto her voice. It was after meeting her, that I banished all pillars of logic from my mind, for I believed the world did not revolve, I believed the world walked everyday, in her form, my world. I did not believe that stars were a mass of hydrogen or other such forms of matter, I believed they were extracts, mere fractions, traces of her smile, and all I wanted was, infinite stars, unmatched happiness.
The agony that awaited, these stars never shone in my night sky, for I was always a source of the reflection, but the brightness was so, that it made up, never failed to light up my sky, and I learned to become content with it. But what was more despair, was the fact that now I was not a part of these reflections, the stars had stopped shining altogether, she was sad, very sad. I knew not the cause of her loneliness, nor was I brave enough to approach her, but every day with my face hidden, and my eyes hunched, I would watch her cry, her auburn eyes heavy with tears of despair, she wouldn't be the only one crying.
My world was falling apart, my memories disappearing, with every star lost, I lost a part of me;
Novels, gone.
Music, gone.
Words, gone.
It seemed to me that I did not exist anymore, oblivion had become my abode.
I had now become aware of the source of despair, and the circumstances she was in. I made it my life's mission to relieve her of the consequences, but in doing so, there was a consequence of its own, the ultimate sacrifice, death. I did not waver, for I was certain, I would not meet the grim reaper, there was so much left to do.
Lying in the basement, the gun in my hand, blood on my clothes, and a bullet in my heart.
The father of her unborn child, lying still, she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. I didn't know if I could make it, but in that moment I realized the ultimate truth, I was the moon, she was my star. As my eyes began to shut, the grim reaper coming, I saw a star, a reflection, and that was enough to make me smile in the face of death.
