[ WP ] Make me love you , make me hate you , then make me mourn your passing .

We were strangers, just two stars who minded their own business in this eternally expanding space. But then, we did what was never dared: we got together and formed a constellation without the consent of ancient Greeks. We were evolutionary, and not seeking any approval was liberating. We felt free and lost, happy and confused, limitless and held. These paradoxes were hard to explain to anyone who has n't felt it. `` Do n't bother with these minds that are attached to Earth,'' I'd say as comfort, `` liberate your mind to accept the feelings as they come and never leave me for a conformity to fit in.'' 
 
 With open minds and open hearts we traveled the world taking in all we could. From the architecture of buildings in foreign countries, to the sciences and maths behind the curves of the ocean waves. We saw people for who they were and abstractly changed the shape of them to show who they were on the inside: We took off their masks of happiness and drew tears, sculpted their hearts and all their crevices, and we wrote other people's depression into poetry as if they were our own because the depressed themselves could n't find the words to construct lines. Life was beautiful when we were together, not because of it's appearance but rather because of its presence. And in our own minds that made us beautiful too, not because of our looks, but because of our presence in each other spiritually, emotionally, and all other levels mentally. 
 
 It would be a fairytale to sit here and tell you we were always beautiful. There were some days and nights that we hated each other. The way we thought down to the way we walked. Arguments would be snowballs running down the side of a mountain, and would then hit us out of nowhere with a much greater velocity than it was initially. We broke up many times, only to wake up the next morning to feelings of regret and guilt. We always made up soon after, until one morning you were forced to hold onto this guilt. 
 
 The night before we were screaming and crying. Intense emotions splattered our tears to the ground, and drove our vocals to the ceilings and wall. I stormed out followed by the slamming of a door I will never be able to open again. I died soon after from a car wreck. The car was totaled, and my spine twisted and bent like that of licorice. If only death was as sweet as that though. 
 
 Our constellation fellout of the sky, and into the darkness. You fell out of a generally-content feeling in life, into a deep depression. I fell out of the car window when being flipped, into a grave I could have avoided by having a clear strain of thoughts. We fell out of love, and never got to fall back in.
