we're all made of stardust, we have universes swirling inside us and leaking out of our ears and mouths and eyes. we have stars in our hair and planets for cells. we are filled with the possibility of anything and we are filled with the infinity of absolute nothing.
but out of all the universes I have ever met, he was the best. he was the most amazing and intricate and expansive. his was swirling darkness and jumping fluorescence.
I got lost exploring his stars and dancing with his nebulas. I wanted to fill my universe with his, but taking pieces of his universe to make mine better would only make his ugly. I was smaller than him, dimmer than him, and duller than him. but I hoped, that if I knew him long enough, maybe, i would become a part of him as much as he had become a part of me. because he had become a part of the very definition of myself. then, I could be as brilliant as him.
he was, is, the universe I want to know every inch of and the one I will never know completely. his mind wanders among the stars -- talking to the moons and rearranging constellations and riding comets. he dreams in nebulas as he paints the planets.
he captured my thoughts and possessed my being. my universe orbited his. my universe worshipped his.
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Intricacies; oneshots
Randomoneshots, many will be bxb or emotional blurbs; the beginning ones are cube
