Our bodies, little universes colliding and revolving around one another in the only cycle we have ever known

And I... I have been a destroyer, crashing into the stars of others with reckless abandon, erasing pieces of them while leaving fragments of myself embedded within their hearts, black holes that slowly devoured everything in sight.

I was always searching, always seeking an emptiness that could fill my emptiness.

It is fitting, then, that I am dying now, from an entropic illness I never conceived of.

A simple, single moment is all it was, where I caught the gaze of another universe, one moment that sparked fire between us not unlike the inferno of our big bang birth.

I was lost to infinity, to oblivion.

But I do not mind.

Because she and I are merging now, our galaxies and planets and stars rejoicing, becoming part of something bigger than ourselves.

I am becoming one with another.

We are becoming whole.