The World was a boy once. He was birthed into space without the faintest idea of what to gravitate toward. Not yet in endless rotation, he floated across the great void. Wandering in the dark, the simple sphere of water and dirt had no place of purpose in the swirling stars. That it is until he met the Sun. Beautiful and inescapable when her face shone upon his eager eyes. Little by little, he could not help but be drawn to her warmth and seemingly steady nature in the universe. But alas, the sun is a solemn and solitary creature, for no one and nothing may get too close to her, for if they did, her truest nature would disintegrate them in time. Learning this truth meant little to the young world, for he had found his love for the rest of time and felt satisfied just orbiting near enough to bask in her light. As the years went by and the Earth grew old, in an act of continued dedication, he tore a piece of himself away and held it close so that even when his was back turned away from her, he could see her serene luminescence in the reflection of the grey rock rotating around him at just the right time. So goes the tale of a love never to be received nor forgotten.
But maybe someday, their matter may be one.