Our Love is a Black Hole

We knew we were meant for each other. Always did. Even before we met.

"May the stars bear witness of our love."

Our force of emotions collided and shined brighter than the brightest stars. We knew this much.

But alas, like all stars, our love had to die. Our love collapsed within itself forming a black hole - crushing all who dare traverse near. We knew it was the end. We knew we had to let it die.

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At the centre of this gargantuan mass called the black hole lies a singularity. It would seem that those who manage to reach this singularity have access to dimensions beyond fathom. What we understand as "time" can be seen as three dimensional planes and landscapes.

I then realize that I'm highly mistaken. We never really die. Love and ideas never really die. It lives on indefinitely in abstract. It is an essence that cannot simply be put into form and transcends what we understand as time.

Our love and thoughts live forever. We live forever.