Maybe, if I were someone else, I would say that he was the star and I was the planet, utterly and inevitably attracted to him by an uncontrollable gravity.
But no. I think we are two black holes, messed up and destructive, attracting ourselves onto the verge of destruction, colliding into one, fatal, massive mix of matter and emotions that cannot be described and cannot be seen unless you’re caught in the swirling spiral that life becomes when you fall in love.
