When the universe crumbled, she was loved.

Loved and safe and full of joy, content to disappear with her family. Of course, it wasn't easy. It never will be, but she was loved. Of all the people she could have chosen to be, she was glad she chose this. She was glad. Glad to be at least a little bit alive in such a short time.

When the universe crumbled, she was loved because she loved.

She lives on still; in the dim glow of stars and in the blue light of a forgotten computer, and she was loved because she loved. Although ready to rest under the dim moon's glow, the warmth in her heart will outburn the sun. No longer will the guilt plague her every day, she will rest and sleep among stardust.

When the universe crumbles, she will have loved.

Loved her brothers and sisters and all of her friends, she will have been a hardass but she will have loved. Loved her girlfriend and the world around her no matter if she was ripped away from her or it was unkind, she will pass knowing she will have loved. She will not be left wanting when the stars all implode, for she will be left knowing she has loved.