If I had known I was going to die this week, I would have told him I loved him.
Perhaps that sentence could be considered misleading. I did not truly die during the week of November 22nd. And again on January 3rd. And many more times after that. My corpse still walked the Earth after the fact. My wild brain still functioned, although I wished it would not. I still existed as a planet in the galaxy, but a weakened one at that.
The main thing I'd learned about planets over my years of studying them? They relied on each other; especially on their Sun. Planets were like people in that way, as I would eventually discover. If a planet loses her Sun, that planet would surely cease to exist. Everything it once was, and everything it ever could be.
But Suns were special planets, with orbiting patterns that created day and night. Every time the sun left, the darkness would return. It was inevitable. During the night, the planet would lose the Sun's key qualities; his warmth, his light, his spirit. Dreadful things could happen during the night. Without the Sun's light illuminating her, the planet could become a dismal, scary place to inhabit.
I was Saturn. I was a human being, but resembled a planet. I had a Sun once, as all planets do. Like all Suns, my planet came and he went. Without explanation. He would disappear and night would fall. Darkness would consume and fight to swallow me; a once bright and joyous planet. Still, he was my Sun, and I could never truly lose him for good.
Our story is an orbit. A story of star-crossed lovers. Of passion, devotion, treachery, deceit, and loss. It is as unpredictable as Saturn's icy rings and the wild flames of the Sun. It is beautiful. It is wicked. It is ours.
The nights were gruesome without my Sun. At times, I questioned him. His secret had placed a barrier between us, one which I had struggled to overcome. But love wasn't supposed to be easy, right? It was meant to test both people involved. Besides, loving my Sun was worth it.
Even if I got burned along the way.