The Beginnings of Love

A story of stars, souls, and half-hearts.

• Romance
• Short story
• Fiction

								
Before the beginning, there were stars. They danced and played, constantly circling, continually moving. These celestial bodies were constant racing balls of light, the image of pure joy—and love. It wasn’t until The Universe boomed into existence that the stars gained their purpose. They serve as souls for the tiny creatures (humans) who inhabit the planet called Earth. But this tale isn’t one of origin, but rather of a single star who split and spent its existence finding the other half.
 
Stars have partners. They are drawn to each other, destined to encircle one another until it is their time to occupy a human soul. The two stars are placed in their respective humans and then chase after each other for the rest of existence in a constant cycle of love, desire, and longing.

The phenomenon of star splitting is relatively uncommon. It only happens when a star, unable to find a partner, swells so large it splits into two—creating its partner. Split stars have tragic endings. They never make it to souls to experience the ecstasy of human life—that is, until one day during Earth's summer twenty-three years ago.
 
On that fateful day, a star had split—the first one in eons. And to everyone’s surprise, one of its halves made its way to a human–a beautiful boy with dark hair and sultry brown eyes, the equivalent of dark chocolate and caramel. He was too kind and felt his ancient soul deeper than others. So, while this half lived and grew, the other stayed in the sky, eagerly waiting and watching. She continued to burn and burn and burn. She was shining and sharing her light despite being only half a star. Finally, after what felt like centuries (five human years), she became a soul, giving the gift of light to a girl with muddied blonde hair and a dazzling smile—a perfect match for the boy with caramel eyes.
 
But unbeknownst to the boy and girl, their half-a-star soul caused them only to have half a heart. Ask anyone else, and anatomy would suggest the contrary, but you ask them, and a part of them is missing. Deep down, some part longed for something–someone–to complete the other half of their hearts. 
What saved this tale from tragedy was that The Universe is a hopeless romantic. The Universe has always loved it when the stars would find their partners, but The Universe knew something was missing. Something to make the love worth enjoying. That is why The Universe used the stars as souls. The stars needed to experience the perilously incredible high of human existence to honestly know love. And The Universe would watch and revel in the beauty of all the seemingly insignificant moments that led the stars to each other—by its doing, of course.

Regarding the boy and girl, their half-hearts caused concern. Both cried and wept to The Universe. Both were lost, desperate for someone to complete them. Tirelessly searching for anyone, anything, to answer their pleas for help. The Universe became wary, for its own heart shattered at the requests. No young heart should endure this much pain, at least not alone. There’s something sickly sweet about suffering with the other half of your heart.
 
So, The Universe set out to help guide these two halves of hearts (more than the others) because they desperately needed each other. The blonde girl lost her light, and the beautiful boy grew cold and tired of his ancient soul. The Universe knew that if gone any longer, the stars would burn out, and those poor humans would be lost to the deepest depths of torment and sorrow.

After careful configuration and the meticulous placement of butterfly effects, the girl and the boy met. And oh, how captivating it was. The Universe stared in awe as the boy and girl’s hearts swelled like the stars that began to split. But there was no splitting this time. Instead, hearts became whole. After years of yearning, the boy and girl started their love story. It was filled with tragedy and loss. With light and love. And everything in between. Satisfied with its children, The Universe wept. Wept as it watched the love story of split stars, souls, and half-hearts—for it was magnificent.
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