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True love is one of those rare, once-in-a-lifetime phenomena that leaves its host completely whole and enlightened when all goes right, but desolate and starved, emaciated, when all goes wrong. Like stars in the sky that burn and fall while millions more hang in the sky.

Some few of us have the pleasure and misfortune of experiencing that true once-in-a-lifetime love an endless amount of times on our trips around the sun.

We are elevated to the highest heavenly peaks, the likes that Olympus would envy, and we plunge down, fast, dark, deep, into the abyss of despair and loss; something never meant to be.

It starts the same near every time. We find ourselves orbiting in bliss around the moon and light of our lives. Then, by fate, a glittering meteor of diamond and light comes shooting into view. Our trajectory has been interrupted, our orbit disturbed.

Soon after we take that shining rock, our paramour, our jewel of life, it becomes increasingly clear that the moon we once orbited so gayfully is pock-marked and cold, no longer able to sustain life. What is one to do but try to find a breath of air in this vacuum space of life and love?

And more than a breath of air that meteor gives, it burns like fire in our beds and hearts and we forget the harsh cold the moon once forced upon us. We dance in the diamond light and know never again will we find a love so pure and true as the one burning through us now.

And then golden, and warm, and steady, the sun begins to rise. Meteors don't burn forever, you know, they lose their flame at no fault of ours, and our dreary hearts start to frost in remembrance of those white-hot nights. We're left with no choice but to venture out away from the frigid barren rock that pulled us in with the false promise of eternal youth.

Any right wanderer in this vast expanse would seek out the warming rays of a rising sun to thaw their frozen limbs. What is a meteor to a sun, after all?