#058 Deimos' Checkers

My dearest supernova,

You have always been explosive. I should not have compared you to a flame, for when it comes to matters of the heart, you go off like fireworks. Are those the sparks you talk about? Or -perhaps- your sparks refer to the friction between us.

They say opposites attract but our differences would spiral into wars. Caught between pleasure and pain, the question became who could beat the other.

Despite all this, I will never hate you, and you should not hate yourself. If you cannot love yourself, allow me to love you instead.

Your black hole.