When I glanced over at you, previously looking at the night sky and the plethora of stars, a revelation came to mind.We're disparate.Where you're gregarious, I'm tacit.Where I'm frantic, you're reserved.
I wondered how two people could be so different. How two personalities could contrast so much.It confused me.I didn't understand why we were best friends.
But the next night, when we walked back out into the field and pitched up our tents, I had a realization instead.I held my palm up to touch the moon, millions of miles away, and I noticed.I noticed how the stars and sky contrasted.How they were so different.Yet together they were a brilliant sight.The sky and the stars must be best friends.
That one thought created a chain the next month, when we walked through the park on a sunny day then crashed hard on my porch in the night.You're like the sun, I'm like the moon.Opposite, but both beautiful.
beautiful.But then I found another, let's call them the ocean.We functioned off eachother, they were the push and I the pull.A year later, when you and I sailed out on the ocean I related them to, so we could catch up, I wasn't expecting it.I wasn't expecting the sun to fall into the water during the storm I caused, and burn out.With my sun gone, I realized one more way I was like the moon.I couldn't shine.Not without you.But, it was too late.Life had gone cold without the sun.I thought, it was in-germane for me to go on.
The ocean however, still needed me, so I did my best not to break apart and turn to space dust.You came back one night, in a dream.You'd reminded me, that a star still shines for millions of years after it dies.The sun lived on in my heart after that.The sun still shone down, and kept everyone warm and hopeful, even if it wasn't truly there anymore.
Death is inevitable, but life shines on forever.There are countless times when I miss you, infinite times when I look up at the clouded night skies and forget the stars were ever there.But there are times in the day, when I look up at the sky, and see your light still shining, and I start to reflect your light again, as it shines through my heart in the dreary twilight.
One day the light will fade away, but luckily I'll have faded away before it.You're my sun.You're the charm the my awkward.The clever to my foolish.And even when you're gone, you're always with me.That's a revelation that always comes to mind.
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Disparate Light
Short StoryYou were my star, my sun.I was your moon, your rock.So different, yet all the same.