He

He loved. And He believed it had one center. Like a circle. He had always thought of a 'circle' as perfect. And He, truly felt perfection.

The center of the universe He lived in had shifted. For the first time in life, He found, and discovered, He.

He loved.

Hit, He was wounded. Circle wasn't so perfect, after-all.

Perfection was in imperfection, two centers, not one. An ellipse. He learnt, He loved.