From the very beginning I could see that you walked on stars, that a shimmer trailed you with every step- temporarily leaving a shred of your light behind you. I watched as those very stars that were under your feet realized who you were and who you could be.
Days, Weeks, Months
More and more stars heard of you, surrounded you, and knew you. The stars that you once walked on had adjusted their course to follow you as you grew brighter. Pretty soon, the whole damn universe knew who you were and who you could be.
I sat as the universe learned your name, engraved it in planets, and shot it from the stars that fell.
I gasped as the planets aligned simply for your existence.
If there had been air to breathe, you would have stolen every single breath from this galaxy as easily as you had stolen mine.
I watched from a small, abstract constellation that was once something, but since forgotten. And I have made it my own.
I watched as the nebulas praised you and the stars danced for you.
I watched as days, weeks, months passed- until it was rumoured that your name was whispered in every blackhole.
You became a star yourself, still entirely you, just bigger, just brighter.
I watched, from my distant constellation: a newborn star to rival many.
I watched. Then I began to look down, down at myself, down at my meek constellation... Until I looked away entirely.
I stopped watching. I already knew who you were and who you would be. I knew you were the same as before, that even though your name was heard on dead planets, you had remained intact. Not cracked nor fallen.
Days, Weeks, Months
Out of all the places in this god forsaken galaxy, you returned to the home you had left so many moons ago. The one that was only spitting distance away from my forgotten constellation.
I watched exactly as I had all those times before.
I watched until it hurt because you took every nonexistent ounce of oxygen from me.
I watched until my lungs were burning from the inside out and the pain became too much.
I watched, in those final moments, as you began to walk away.
Only when the burning subsided and I could finally see normally, did I begin again.
I watched as the stars began to gravitate towards you, and I gawked as you walked. As each step took you farther from me once more.
We both knew from the beginning that the stars never wanted me- They always knew who I was and who I could be- that it was never as blinding as you.
They had told me I was beautiful, smartly aligned, and full of craft.
I was only who I was. Something to be admired, but never praised. But you were more.
I looked down to myself until a sudden pop of stardust caught my attention. Your next step faltered. It faltered and you glided around on your heel until you faced my forgotten constellation.
We have always had different paths, both beautiful, both written by the stars, but in different scripts. Until that fateful day when the stars surrounding you were left in wonderment as you flew across that sky to meet my forgotten constellation.
You remained the same uncracked star you always were.
I remained the same crafted star I always was.
I watched from the very beginning of your story, of mine. We were both beautiful from the start. I was just me, but you were more. Your name was sung in chorus as mine was left only spoken by those who knew of it. I knew we had always been worth the same amount of "cosmic dust", and so did you.
It was from alternate realities that I watched you.
I saw you become a star so great you would be permanently remembered.
I watched from my comfortable constellation.
Alternate realities,
all this time,
and I never thought to wonder if you had watched me become a star in the same manor I saw you.
