Stardust & Destiny

I do not believe in accidents.

I do not believe that in a universe of infinite chaos, spanning billions of light-years and counting, we simply “bumped” into each other. That is too small a word for what this is.

Think about the odds. The carbon in our cells was forged in the hearts of collapsing stars. We are made of the same ancient matter that ignited the sun. For eons, those atoms drifted through the cold void of space, crossing galaxies, waiting for gravity to pull them together, waiting for biology to give them form.

And then, after all that time, after all that distance, my atoms found yours.

We are not strangers; we are just two stars who collided billions of years ago and finally found our way back to the same sky.

So when I look at you, I don’t just see a person I love. I see the universe conspiring to make me happy. I see the endgame of a 13-billion-year-old plan. You are my stardust. You are my destiny.