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To my dear last galaxy,

Did you know? Did you know that I am in love with you? That between you, your galaxies, and the loveless and the things in between, I fell in love? Did you know that every time I think of those years I think of being young, believing in love? To me, you became love. The stars that might have lit my night sky, but you set it ablaze. You’re all the stars that shine, you’re the last light in my life. To my dear last galaxy, you shine as bright as the stars that shone before you. When 9 of the 10 sons fell, and the last star, the last son still stood, I looked at him with the same reverence I look at you. The sons are asleep now, their stars have gone out. And it’s been a long 10 years. It took 10 years for all their stars to go out, and slowly their light faded from my eyes. And maybe I’ll only have 3 more years that you shine in my life. Will you join them? Are the other galaxies and stars waiting for you? It’s been 8 years since those lights shone for you. I still remember you as the same beauty you were then. The second prince of Samsung, the young prince who made his throne from the stardust lost and scattered in the exodus, what will be your legacy? To my dear last galaxy, 8 years ago you shone so bright, and you brought the light back into my night sky after 3 years. But it must have hurt, it must have burnt, to watch the night around you shift, and watch the other galaxies go to sleep. What did you feel when you watched one of your galaxies leave your system? When you watched him burn without you, when you had to burn by yourself with all the stars that once shone for you now shining for others? That only 2 years after your sky was full, you had to rebuild your home? It must have been hard, but you tried. And it took 3 years until you would come close to a full galaxy again. I wondered how you felt a year later, when you watched your galaxies fill their sky in your absence. I wonder now if you’re still my dear last galaxy. Maybe a few years earlier and you would’ve been one of the blue and white stars, and maybe those stars have now become a constellation of tigers. But even after all these years, I think you’re the most beautiful as you were in that moment, as the brightest galaxy in my sky. To my dear last galaxy, please know I dream of you. Please know that even when the lights go dark and the curtains fall, even then, when I look into the sky, your name is written still. My world might not end with you, but it will grow darker, and I’ll be lost once again. Your name will not fade in my heart, my life. To my dear last galaxy, this is a love letter to you. To you and your light, to you and your galaxies, to everything you’ve loved and lost. And you will not last forever, not even galaxies can stop from burning out. But when you go out, please let it be with a bang, one last beautiful supernova that sears itself into our memory, that you were once the second prince of the Samsung, the bright last galaxy.