He was like the sun, bright and shining.
He was this star that the universe needed to be complete.
Ash Ketchum wasn't the shy and quiet boy he used to be. He smiled more, opened up more. He was as smart as can be, and he was finally using his gift to make a difference in the world.
He was now twenty-one, attending college, and majoring in education. He wanted to teach kids to shamelessly be themselves, and maybe teach them a thing or two about science. (He was planning to be a science teacher, after all.)
Without Ash Ketchum, her life would never be complete.
She was like the moon, reliant on him to make her sparkle.
She was this celestial body that danced around the earth to win the sun's affections.
May Maple was only twenty years old, but she had her life together. She had a good job teaching at a dance studio, she had an amazing boyfriend who loved her endlessly, and she had a passion for ballet.
Having taken ballet classes since she was the tender age of six, May was near professional level. People from all around the country came to watch her performances.
She had made a name for herself, and she had Ash to thank for her success.
He was like the sun, beauty so blinding and warmth so welcoming.
He was this star who's heat was never too scorching on a planet's complexion.
Ash Ketchum was many things, but his favorite thing to be was her boyfriend. His favorite thing to do was watch her performances. His favorite place to be was in her arms.
He held his breath as he watched another dazzling performance from the love of his life, clapping as she curtsied alongside the girls she had been teaching. He was in love with a queen, he was sure of it.
His girl had a heart of gold and a soul of silver. She was his queen, and he was her king.
She was like the moon, spinning back and forth like a merry-go-round.
She was this celestial body that did flips and somersaults just for the sun.
May Maple was passionate about dancing. That much was certain. But when he was in the audience, she tried even harder to impress him. She tried even harder to make him proud.
And he was proud. He was proud of her, he told her so everyday. He would tell her that she would make an excellent wife one day, and it would send the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around. It sent her heart in overdrive, thumping wildly in her chest. And when he did propose, all she could do was nod and cry against his shoulder.
He was the sun, and she was the moon. Polar opposites, but perfect for one another.
He was like the sun, bright and shining.
She was like the moon, reliant on him to make her sparkle.