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Darkness had only known darkness, and therefore nothing at all, before light came.
And darkness cannot feel sadness, or relief, or love. It cannot be anything besides itself.
But it can be blinded. And it can shift, as natural as everything else, to make space for light in the world, to let it pass through unobscured and unchecked in its sudden raw beauty.
Darkness cannot love and if it could, it could not say it. But it can welcome the push and pull, the stop to its monopolous grasp on the world, and it can project playful shadows onto walls and people and stars, a wave to their combined existence. To the end of its solitude and how it makes the world complete.
Light cannot feel its own warmth. Light is not blinded by itself, its loving glow does not warm its skin.
It crashes through the darkness not knowing what it is doing. Throws itself out there, hoping to find something to bounce and reflect off of, as is its purpose. It exists only to make others exist and glow. By itself, light is nothingness. Lost and useless waves of electromagnetic radiation, a waste of energy.
As it often goes, it's difficult to pinpoint when it happened.
When the embrace of darkness started feeling like something else than a void. When its unwavering presence became something like a friendship, maybe, like a companion through eternity-
And light cannot feel but it can vibrate through the air with more confidence, more power. It can bounce off everything brighter, putting on a show, finding glass to reflect into rainbows and adorn dark corners like jewelry, like a gift- and then let itself die, peaceful, in its dark lover's arms, letting it shine in turn until next time.
Light cannot feel, but it can know it does not need to illuminate anything ever again to have a place in the world, its wavelengths cradled safely in darkness' embrace.
Somewhen, somewhere in the universe, a laugh rings through the air.
Light reflects off white teeth bared in glee, and darkness pools in a pair of eyes, watching with a focus so deep it can only ever be Love. Light bounces off blue eyes, a white jacket, a hand reaching for another as giggles ring and ring, and darkness expands in the eyes watching, makes little pools of ink to absorb all of it, to welcome it all in.
And when the hands close against each other, light and darkness, having accomplished their purpose, let themselves retreat, wrapped up in each other, leaving the humans to their love story, and themselves to their own.