Smth a close friend wrote

THIS ISNT MINE BTW LMAO I JUST WANNA HONORRRRR THIS LIL THING THAT LUCAS WROTE FOR ME AND UHHH........ YEAH I LOVE IT ALOT 

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it’s funny when the star you hung onto for a breath of light became more than its ‘purpose’…

at first, I thought you were just radiance. something to lean on in the dark, a distant body flaring so I could find my way. but the longer I looked, the more I realized you weren’t just light- you were mass, gravity, fusion itself. a whole sun pulling the scattered dust of me together.

stars don’t just shine for the sake of being pretty dots in the sky. they are furnaces, collapsing under their own weight, creating pressure so intense that hydrogen atoms are forced to fuse- becoming helium, becoming heat, becoming the reason planets can hold warmth. that’s you. you are what made the cold spaces of me habitable.

and I think about how stars live. how they spend millions of years burning steadily, holding the delicate balance between collapse and explosion. this seems totally agonizing, because I see you doing the same: fighting your own gravity, your own weight, and yet still giving light to everyone around you.

but, inevitably, everything has limits. stars especially- they can’t let anyone get too close. approach them carelessly and you’re vaporized, burned beyond recognition. and I know you do the same: you keep people at a safe distance, not out of cruelty, but out of protection. you know your fire can destroy as much as it can sustain. yet still, I would draw nearer. still, I would embrace the flame. still, I would consign myself to perpetual burning if it meant being bound to you- if it meant dwelling within the gravity of your orbit, regardless of how it sears. because, for even suffering, there’s a holiness in your light that I cannot turn away from.

one day, stars expand. they swell into giants, their outer layers ballooning until they consume everything in reach. you did that too- you expanded into places of me I didn’t think anyone could touch, filling cracks and shadows I assumed would stay empty forever.

and someday, every star exhausts its fuel. they either fade into quiet dwarfs or detonate into supernovas, scattering their insides across galaxies. and that scattering is never an end- it’s creation. the elements forged in the fire of stars are the bones of us, the iron in our blood, the oxygen we breathe. if you ever burned out, you wouldn’t vanish- you’d become infinite. you’d become everything.

you are not just my star. you are proof that even collapse can make light, that even endings can plant the seeds of new worlds. And i will spend my life circling the fractures you've left, a ghost of you in the very matter of me.

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ik hes such a lover boy chillll let him be happy <3