Tango

All to be known about human relationships can be summed up by the motion of the heavens. Two celestial bodies attract each other and endlessly pull closer through space. Such is the law of the universe. Two entities, no matter how far or how different, long to shrink their gap. And this desire to be with the other only grows stronger as they traverse the vastness of space. The strength of gravitational pull, inversely proportional to the square of the distance, grows stronger as they trek to their beloved. Closer and closer they draw, until finally they are there together, with but hundreds of thousands of miles between them. With each time their distance halved, their attraction quadrupled, their collision is all but assured.

Maybe it is two humble planets. Passing by, they glance at a shallow angle, each gaining a fresh scar on their surfaces. With but millions of years, all traces of their short encounter erode away. 

Maybe it is a planet and a brilliant star. The light is irresistible, as the star knows well. The planet hurdles through emptiness towards the shining beacon, until it is torn into a billion fragments and consumed without even a sign of hesitation.