I believe in the three laws. You can’t win, you can’t break even, you can’t get out of the game.
1) Love is neither created nor destroyed, just changed form, or moved from one place to another. 2) The net insanity of the universe is alway increasing. 3) And you can never achieve what you truly want in a finite number of steps (also known as ‘ever’).

I was on my own eccentric orbit spending short, warm times in the company of others. Then drifting off to my own, well proscribed course. Those with years of observation could predict my return, but most didn’t bother.

We joined by Diffusion limited aggregation, that same mechanism that forms dust bunnies. Brownian motion, or the random walk, brought us together as we happened to be in the same place at the same time: that party at the Martin-Colson’s. You stuck to my most outreaching surface, and I to yours. We were held together my some electrostatic attraction, but mostly by the reduction in entropy of our whole lives and when delta S is less than zero, that’s something I hold onto.

For months, we were a canonical ensemble. Not doing exactly the same things, but in the aggregate, our lives behaved like a relationship. We responded to friends and changes in the environment as if we were truly together and one complete system. Those who understand us well, could predict us both, but not each. We wanted to get there, but never quite could.

Nova didn’t take long to happen. The accretion disc of your hobbies and needs and friends and family and habits and quirks, constantly poured onto my surface, heating me up. Only to finally ignite in a stellar fire. Not the warmth of the hydrogen helium cycle, but the bitter, rapid, ashy fire of the CNO. The explosion was dramatic and could be seen from great distances. I blew off all the outer surface – you, friends, job, family. And when the tempest cooled, I was denser, a little colder, and returned to my eccentric orbit.

Since love is neither created nor destroyed, you found your other, and your new passion is exothermic, radiating heat to the stars. And I, alone, balance the equation.