In certain circumstances, everything else falls away. It’s all about perspective—a moth to a flame, a dart to a target. In mine, I am drawn. To what else, but you?
Some say it’s about the chase. To love is to be known, something like that. And suddenly, I was transformed. Where you’d go, my eyes would follow. In all you made and done, I was a witness. Struck by an existence more beautiful than my own.
Before you, the room is filled. The symphony played, the painting completed. A means to an end. A single, burning star in the night sky.
(A short story by me!)