Once, there was a giant sun, brighter than all the other sun's in the sky. This sun had no fewer than 1,428 planets caught in orbit. So not only was it huge and bright, it was obviously the most attractive sun.
Every so often a streak would pass this sun. It wasn't a common thing, but fairly regular. The sun began to wonder what this beautiful orange streak was. It passed by so fast he could never get a look at it. His curiosity was frustrated time and again, until, after trying for so long to catch this streak's attention, the sun did something far more devastating. It pulled on the streak, as it passed just withing his gravitational field. And the streak altered its course.
The streak passed the largest sun with awe and admiration every time her orbit brought her near. She had come to love the sun for its brightness, it's beauty, and it's warmth. But the streak could never come near enough to truly feel the warmth of the sun. If she did, she would die. For she was just a metor, and made only of ice. But when the sun pulled her, despite her great speed, she was helpless to resist.
Each time she made her orbit, she passed a little bit closer to her beloved death. She wept, and her tears became a trail behind her, showing her narrowing spiral orbit that drew her ever closer to the sun. She consoled herself by focusing on her beloved. At least she would be near him, in the end.
The sun had only meant to bring the streak near enough that he could see her more clearly. He had come to love the streak, the flash of light, the tail of frozen fire that graced his awareness ever so infrequently. As she drew closer and closer to the sun, she began to appear more frequently. The sun did not realize what he had done.
When the streak drew near enough to be heard, she called out to the sun.
"Oh, beloved sun! Why have you done this? Soon I shall never again behold your brilliance, your beauty!"
The sun, seeing her weep, was confused. When he realized what the streak was talking about, he was ashamed.
"My dearest streak, I only meant to be nearer to you, for so long I have admired you, and wished I could have you!"
The streak wept more, to learn that the sun did love her as well. But she would still die in his heat.
"I was happy, sun, to be able to behold you from afar. Your illumination just kissed my frozen being, and I could imagine your warmth cast upon me. Now, my beloved, I shall be cast into your warmth, and I shall never be seen again. At least I shall end in the embrace of my beloved."
The sun wished he could weep, but being a sun, it was impossible. There was nothing he could do to save the streak. She was caught in his pull, and nothing in existence could save her. He had learned that the one thing he adored, adored him. And now she would end in his firey embrace.
"I was a fool, streak, I should have been happy to see you when you passed me by. Instead I lamented that you stayed gone for so long! I should have appreciated what I had, instead of trying to take more!"
But the streak was well traveled, and had met many things in her journey. She had an idea that just might work.
"Oh my beloved sun, I may not have to end. Perhaps, if you truly love me, you would be willing to give up your own light and warmth, that I may pass through you, and collect it, and become anew."
The sun was shocked, for how could she think he would not? His love for her was more than his love for himself. as the streak came closer and closer to the sun, the sun pulled his energy into his center, growing dimmer, smaller, and less attractive. Hundreds of planets were loosed from his pull, and drifted into the darkness of space to find their own fates. no matter how he gathered himself, he could not release the streak.
She watched her beloved as her path centered her on his magnificent form. She wept, for she knew this time, she would not pass by. This time, she was swallowed by the radiance of the sun.
And wept no more.
