There was this girl I knew who was made of heavenly bodies. She was a universe breathing and alive. But as the years passed by, her stars started to dim as if one by one they’re burning out of what used to be warm and bright lights. Her planets and their moons almost colliding with each other as their once graceful steps began to slow down like dancers so exhausted you can almost hear them groaning. She noticed her comets and asteroids multiplying, adding up to her growing pile of dead, falling stars that would soon completely disappear in her system. But she just shrugged all these off until she met a boy. A boy who was on the other hand made of trillions of swirling, pitch black holes.
At first she was afraid, terrified that her already almost lightless galaxies along with her well-crafted constellations, might be sucked into his pits of unknowns. For the longest time she fought hard to keep her distance, warning bells ringing off without cease reminding her that a single touch could end her universe. But forces she could never comprehended drew her nearer to him, until one day their hands finally touched.
A spark could never be sufficiently enough to describe what they both felt at that moment. It was more of a blast, an explosion so loud and jarring like thousands of atomic bombs were dropped to a sole place all at once. She sucked in her breath and shut her lids tight afraid that what she dreaded the most happened. But as she felt the boy’s fingers gently tucked some of her stray hair into place, she was comforted by the feel of it and it provided her enough courage to examine the damage, ready for the worst of worsts, as she reluctantly opened her eyes. She gasped at what she saw and her eyes broke into endless falls of happy tears. She hasn’t lost them! And instead her almost dying universe rose from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. Her stars were shinier and brighter than ever and her planets and their moons regained their joyous steps, happily waltzing into a much livelier tune completely well-rested and energized.
Yes, his black holes did swallow up her galaxies. Yes, he took them all and for a moment she did lost them. But from what she lost, she has gained more. For whether she admitted it or not, she was dying, what was beautiful inside her was dying. And meeting him and taking the risk to be near him was the solitary chance to give birth to a new set of heavenly bodies. For no one should ever fear the pitch black, or the unknown or its swirling depths. For most times, it is them who brings out the light, for without them light may not even exist. From then on, she never let go of his hand, from then on she never have to fear anything for she found what would not complete her but what would complement what she could give and have.