We were just two peices of an astroid
Together floating in the magnificent abyss of space
Stars exploding underneath us, lifting us higher to the sun than we've ever been.
He was more broken than me, always smiling but never feeling.
And I had wondered plenty of times if he remembered what it meant to purposefully burn our mouths by kissing stars for too long.
He called me the constellation of love, the biggest and brightest of them all.
But no, he was the most breath-taking human being that was so undeniably broken and afraid to learn how beautiful the sky was at night.
He was the empty but thriving galaxy ...
He was the weightlessness of gravity...and I loved him.