DIY 3 Word Prompt: Orbiting Her Before

I spun around in lazy, mostly elliptical, circles. Enough time had passed--years, decades?--that I couldn't remember being caught. Orbiting her was an honor, a duty, a pleasure, a pain. It was all I knew. I kept watch because I didn't have a choice. I was stuck, mired by gravity, emotional bondage as kinky as any three electrons. I smiled more often than I frowned, though explosions could draw my lips in either direction.

With a serious push, we cast each other into darkness, propelled by mathematics, predicted by physics, burdened by history. Marked, scarred, we wore our broken-ness on our outside as warning signs to others, to ourselves should we ever look inward to face that which is us.

We swam Into the spaces between raindrops before they splattered against the ground. Oh, those heavy salt-laden rain drops, bulbous in the front, tails in the rear. How thickly did they fall!

Cold and alone, I long for a new center. I am one half of something and without context I am all of nothing.

Nothing at all.