And I once heard someone say that people fall in love with people whose darkness they recognize.

But he was illuminated.

Clumsy and awkward, I was the opposite to him in more ways than darkness.

Dancing with me was how we met — at an outdoor party where I stepped on his feet.

Everyone was watching and judging, but he held me close and laughed as if I weren’t causing him pain.

Forbidden, he was the sun while I was the moon, or rather he was the man from the future.

Galaxies bent time for him to visit me.

He held me like we had all the time in the world, like we were dreaming.

I knew time was only something borrowed.

Just, I thought we had a bit more of it.

Knowing what he did all along, he knew we’d see each other again one day.

Loving him made me see the light inside of me.

Madness brewed itself in my stomach as I waited for his visits every few years.

No one knew of our love affair.

Only my friends and family tried to set me up with other men.

People of my time were too dark like me - never quite enough.

Quick to make me laugh, he made it seem like no time had passed at all.

Rules still bound the flow of time.

Slowly, he came to me less and less.

Time demanded him to not change my world.

Under duress, we tried everything we could to stay together.

Visitors of the future were never supposed to stay or bring the past to their present.

We engraved our names on the other’s bones.

X-rays were our love letters — especially when he left for the last time.

Yes, our hopes lived skyward.

Zooming by, shooting stars remind us still that our souls will ignite when the sun meets the moon again.