F. OrbitEven in an infinite world like space, the law of orbit does not apply.
An orbit where the same planets never collide, no matter how many times they go around.
That's how my love is right now. It's a kind of orbit where you love someone but can't help but keep circling around and flirting with them.
An orbit engraved in my heart. A path like a fleeting, unforeseen eclipse, where we briefly depart and then meet again. Isn't there another path within my heart called the orbit of love? A life that isn't infinite. A path where life belittles you. A path where you call yourself incompetent and become nothing more than a small person before the one you love. Perhaps this path of love, born within my heart, is it?