We walked through the stars, hand in hand, past galaxies spinning in kaleidoscopic hues and nebulae glowing like dreams. Time no longer mattered. All that existed was you and me, our love etched into every corner of the universe.
Finally, we reached a place where the stars gathered in a luminous circle, their light pooling into a soft, celestial glow. At the center was a single, eternal flame, its glow pulsing with the rhythm of our hearts.
"This is it," you said, your voice reverent. "The stars are giving us a gift—a place where we can stay, forever."
I looked at you, my heart overflowing. "Together, always."
As we stepped into the circle, the light enveloped us, warm and all-encompassing. The constellations above shimmered one last time, their shapes shifting into a story that would be told for eternity—a tale of two souls who found their way back to each other, guided by the stars.
And as we became one with the cosmos, our love eternal and unbreakable, I realized that some loves aren't just written in the stars or embroidered into them.
Some loves become the stars.
Forever glowing. Forever guiding. Forever ours.