My mind is fond of the question of the origin of the universe because it questions the unknowns of knowns and nothings

Simultaneously seeking metaphors of space that might describe my love for you and you

The most prominent metaphor being the universally accepted theory of the infatuation I had for you expanding into the intimacy we know it as today

And if something must come from nothing then surely that something, that intimacy, was always there

Hence, my conclusion that the origin of my love for you comes from the comfort of familiarity

You are constellations in the night sky
And telescopes are glasses to the lost and nearly blind. Through them, I have a better grasp of a love easily recognizable