My brightest star. When I met you, a new galaxy was born. One that was made from our love for each other. And that galaxy, it's interstellar! It's vast and never ending, like my love for you, like yours for me. It has many stars, ones that I'm sure you created, because just like you they're by far the most beautiful things I've laid eyes on. There's a sun too! Luminary and cosmic in size! I'm certain we made it together! That sun, it's bright, so bright, fueled by love and care, how else would it be able to burn for so long and be so radiant? But that's not all, of course, there's more! Distant nebulae: a sign of more beautiful stars being created, the endless flashing of comets whizzing by: a show of constant burning love and desire, the dancing patterns of breathtaking aurora: symbols of our enchanting love. And countless other things! Our galaxy is never just a black void, it always has constant attractions, a statement to how loving you is never boring. You're like a black hole, you have an irresistible pull, inescapable attraction! The only thing I'll ever remain beside. We'll make countless memories, you and me, and store them in those magnificent stars you make, our very own constellations. What will you name them? ... And you might be wondering , "where are we in this galaxy?" We're floating, me and you, witnessing this beautiful new place that we're creating, together.