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Do you believe in the destructive beauty of falling stars? Is it possible for two stars from a distance to fall for each other? And if they already did, is there a chance for them to be together? I have been asking these questions since the day that I found out about your incredible existence.
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Falling Stars

by distance-and-time

Do you believe in the destructive beauty of falling stars? Is it possible for two stars from a distance to fall for each other? And if they already did, is there a chance for them to be together?

I have been asking these questions since the day that I found out about your incredible existence.

I asked the pillows, my cup of coffee, my raindrops-stained windows and my collection of pens. I asked the sun, the trees, the wind as it gently planted kisses on my cheeks and the moon herself.

I asked the old lady who was sitting by herself inside the coffee shop, the young man with glasses who was very enamoured with the astronomy book that he was reading,

the mother who was busy cradling her 3-month old baby and the barista as he puffed his third stick of cigarette during his coffee break.

I asked a lot of people and things and places as if they could utter a word and all of them gave me the same answer.

They said stars should stay in just a single place from the moment they were born up to the day that they are old enough to explode.

They said that falling stars only cause chaos in the space and it would be a catastrophe if they ever try to be together at this moment. Imagine the planets that they would taint with tragedy.

Imagine how they could disturb the entire system of the universe. It’s not just supposed to happen for now.You and I, my love, are stars.

You’re from the east and I am from the west but somewhere, somehow, in such a funny twist of fate, we twinkled upon each other’s skin.

I was a goner the moment I first heard your voice and you told me my smile gives you hope. We spent nights listening to the music that our breathing create.

Your stories, my sentiments, your tears, my ache, your soothing words, my serenity, your heart is mine and my heart, yours.We created a future that we said we’ll have.

Dreaming of your hands on mine as we walk by the beach while getting engulfed by the beauty of the sunset.

A small apartment and lazy Sunday mornings spent on our bed with our body tangled under the sheets.

Our little wonders who got your hazel eyes and my wavy hair and they will grow as stars even brighter than us.

The two of us sitting on rocking chairs holding hands with grey hair and wilted skin, waiting for the heavens to call our names. You and I still together in whatever comes after our last breath.

It is everything, my love, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. But there are thousands of stars and planets and moons between us.

Crossing the distance is just something that we can never do because we are rooted in different places and our happiness is nothing but selfishness, they say.

Maybe, in another life, when we were not born on different sides of this universe, we could be together. Maybe, if we are not stars, we could collide without causing any destruction.

Maybe, someday, we could fall in a place where we could make our imaginary future come true.

Maybe, though it’s uncertain, out of all celestial bodies known and unknown, hopefully, the universe will finally favour us.

We can then be binary stars, mutually connected and spinning around each other. We will remain united by the bond of our own mutual gravitation towards each other.

But as of now, all that we could do is hope there will come a time that distance between our points will meet again,

keep the love to ourselves and stare at each other’s glow from where we are at the moment.

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