Space obsession, queen confessions.
I loved him the way stars love their own fire: fiercely, completely, without question. We burned bright together, a single radiant point in the vast dark. Our days were solar flares of laughter and touch; our nights were quiet fusion, two hearts generating light that felt endless. I thought we were eternal. I thought we…
There was a time when she and I orbited the same small star. We had been pulled together years earlier—two lonely planets caught in each other’s gravity, spinning close enough that our atmospheres brushed and sparked. For a long while, it felt like home. We shared nights lit by the same constellations, whispered secrets across…