What I’ve learned is that we all build our own universes. It’s made out of the stars and of the people we surround us with. It’s made of the places that have a special meaning to us and it’s made of all the bus stops and parking lots where we’ve spent countless minutes waiting for someone or something. Our universe is a fraction of a big whole. And sometimes, by meeting a special person, our universe expands and when this person leaves, it’s like when stars stops existing. We can still see and feel them but they’re not really there anymore.
It was like stars exploding and burning one by one. She wondered if this was part of getting older. Parts of your heart exploded and died.