This is the beginning of my journey in Writing220. I wrote this at the beginning of summer in '24, where I held a more pessimistic view on love. In a odd, roundabout way, this piece has inspired me to look more closely at love and attempt to find it in the smallest encounters. Enjoy!
The night air enveloped me, carrying the weight of my sorrow and resilience in its embrace. Amidst the serene silence of my escape, a profound connection to the cosmic expanse above unfolded, a realm where words transcended mere utterances and transformed into offerings, each sentiment lifted away on the gentle currents of the night winds.
Those ancient luminaries, the stars, bore witness to the ephemerality of earthly connections, reflecting the transient beauty of a love's dance, including that of my own. My Love’s dance unraveled as a tale of delicate grace, so fragile even the stars themselves seemed to twinkle in shared remorse…
Our journey was never meant to be easy. There wasn’t a grand declaration of Love at first sight. Instead, it was a choice made in the quiet moments; it unfolded gradually. We would dance unabashedly in the early hours of the night, displaying our Love to a world fast asleep. Their eyes were closed while ours firmly locked onto each other, forging a boundless connection held together by the tether keeping us from drifting back into space. In the reflection of your eyes, I put together a constellation that mapped out our destiny, one that held promise of a future illuminated by the same starry brilliance from which it had originated.
I often wondered what would happen if I brought our Love into the light. In many ways, I had already done so. In moments far away from your presence, bathed in the radiance and laughter of the day, my mind often drifted back to you—back to us. Your essence infiltrated the hours I spent away from you. The sun, with its luminosity, shined a light that cast your shadow, an unwavering companion that trailed behind me…a constant reminder of what we could be. In these hours of daylight, there existed no version of me that was not intertwined with you. The sun, in its brilliance, shined light on a reality that felt stark—a reality not always apparent in the absence of light, in the quiet of night.
However, our love, as celestial and boundless as it appeared, took an unexpected turn. Circumstances guided us apart, the tether connecting us strained beyond its limit…We poured so much of ourselves into this Love, a radiant force that could brighten even the darkest corners of the night. To sustain this flame, we offered more than we possessed. The sparks, composed of pieces of ourselves, flickered in near-surrender. Just as the night yielded to the day, it came time for us to lay refuge to a Love that could only withstand so much.
In the aftermath of our departing, I found myself pondering the cosmic forces that had guided our Love into the shadowed realms of uncertainty. We served as two stars who were destined to collide, resulting in a black hole neither of us could escape. It was a love, like the stars that flicker and fade with the approaching dawn, had met its moment of transition. We had invested not just affection but fragments of our very souls, hoping to defy the natural order of time. Yet, the more we contributed, the more we realized the limitations imposed by the constraints of daybreak. The delicate interplay of darkness and light, akin to our emotions and connection, marked the cadence of Our celestial romance.
Our love story served as a reminder that even the most radiant stars must sometimes yield to the greater forces at play. Just as the galaxies above adhered to their destined orbits, our love, too, followed an inevitable trajectory. And we couldn’t fight fate. But let it be known that we tried. We tried.
Unbeknownst to us, the cosmic winds nudged us in opposing directions. At first, we stood resiliently against this flow pushing us apart, intertwining our hands as if our strength were enough to overturn the fate decided by the cosmos above. The echoes of our laughter resonated n the silence of the night, a testament to the beauty of our connection. Even in the darkness, we found a way to be each other’s light.
We made wishes to the stars above, searching for a saving grace, hoping that the universe would allow us to delay the inevitable. But like distant constellations, our destinies were charted. Our celestial clock continued to tick, dictating that our time was over.
The night, once playing matchmaker to our connection, now bore witness to the silent echoes of our parting. The universe taught me that love, like the stars, could evolve, transform, and disperse, leaving behind a residue of a once-vibrant connection and a trail of possibilities. And so, I embrace this wisdom embedded in the gentle hues of the breaking dawn. As the hours passed, the night was coming to an end. The light that shined within us now replaced by the radiance of the sun.
In my surrender to the universe, I exposed the intricacies of our bygone Love. Our shared memories, intimate and profound, resonated like whispers seeking solace amongst the stars. The stars, with their gleaming constellations, extended a gentle caress of acknowledgment—a cosmic assurance that certain chapters were destined to be written in the language of the cosmos.
As a child, I would wish on shooting stars, keeping my fingers crossed that the universe would guide me towards a Love that shines brightly. Little did I know that the love I sought would be as fleeting as the shooting star that sparked it all. Our love left a trail of stardust, a residue of moments shared beneath the sanctuary the night sky gave us.
I wonder if you knew our time together was limited. If questioned beneath the moon who has known me my whole life, I would assert that you did know. Yet, you never chose to acknowledge it. Though, I never did either. I suppose that was why we lasted as long as we did—it was easier to conceal our flaws in the stillness of the night. The night became an accomplish in our downfall, painting over our imperfections with strokes of the darkness the night provided.
Although, we owed the beauty of our love to the fleeting nature of the night. Here, we found refuge. As the moon cast its glow upon us, we embraced the illusion that our flaws were mere shadows that were softened and obscured by the cosmic night. But illusions don’t last forever. And neither did our Love.
And so, we lasted as long as we did, cocooned in the night, where whispers of the truth were drowned by the soothing hum of the nocturnal breeze. Marking the beginning of our end, there was more ahead. With us, there always existed more.
The night air cradled my being as if the universe itself had become my caretaker for the emotions I held within. The timeless witnesses to the human experience, the stars, twinkled knowingly, turning the celestial expanse into my sanctuary. Here, the universe offered a tender caress, recognizing that some mysteries, especially those of the heart, were not meant to be unraveled but rather embraced.
With the night as my confidant and the stars as my aides, I allowed the universe to piece together the fragile fragments of my heart's discourse. Each word released into the expanse was like a star finding its place in the grand constellation. The moon, a constant companion, whispered comforting graces that assured me our ending was embraced with a gentle tenderness.
And so, beneath the cosmic tapestry, where the moon had known me all my life, I found solace in a whispered story—a narrative forever part of the world above, unveiling the beauty of fleeting connections and the enduring legacy of a love written in the stars.
I thought of Us to be stars, sharing in the beauty of the night and cosmos. Yet perhaps our true nature was that of two celestial entities fated to collide. While we may be distant, seemingly destined never to intersect again, the legacy of our collision lingers in the creation of something new. Through everything, I find solace in the belief that our love, though transformed, has given birth to new constellations—unique and resilient, much like the story we once shared. For now, we exist separately with our own trajectories, yet forever connected by our history.
As I go to count my lucky stars, You will always be my starting point. Beneath the celestial night, I find not an ending, but a transition of our love into something that defies constraints. I am not bidding farewell, but rather choosing to trust the cosmic continuum of our connection. The warmth of our embraces, the loaded gazes of our watchful eyes…each form constellations that map our shared eternity. Our story, now etched in stardust, becomes a timeless legend told in the language of the cosmos, inviting those who gaze upon the night sky to glimpse upon the magic of a love that once dared to dance amidst the stars.
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