A Million Little Lights

She's looking at the constellation of stars suspended in the canvass of an evening sky when she asked: when was the last time you fell in love? I always fall in love, I said, gesturing at the grand sky. Nah, you know what I mean, she insists.

Well, do you know that the stars didn't actually form themselves into constellations and images that we now know today? That what we see are just patterns produce by the human mind to make a sense of what we see on a night like this?, I said. Lame excuse.

I'd like to believe that falling in love is like that sometimes. People make a construct out of this human emotion and experience in order to make a sense of what we can't explain. But like the stars in the universe, emotions are infinite, unreachable, unfathomable. We cannot figure them even if we wanted to. And perhaps we're just here to appreciate them and enjoy them and make the most out of the experience.

You are my night sky, I said quietly. And my feelings for you are like constellation of lights in a never-ending confluence of time and space. Yet while it is not too profound, not too mysterious, it is true and real. I fell in love with you like a star falling from its place, and bursting forth with intensity nothing could ever stop... so that when it hits the ground it shatters into a million little pieces lighting up the dull landscape of the dark, lonely night.

She looked at me and smiled. Can you hold my hand?, she said. Sparks fly.

And then the sky exploded once again into millions of bright lights and lit up this little, lonely planet which is my heart as I take delight in knowing that tonight, with her, I own the universe.