She made me see the stars, taste the sun and feel the ocean water all at once. It came over me like a big wave- shocking and unready and crazily. It was like I could hear all the clocks in the world, ticking. Tick, tick, tick. She had an old soul. She saw the beauty in things when others couldn't. She made me realize how the world is so precious. She made me stop and think about things; something I had never done until I met her. She made me rethink everything in my life and I didn't know why.
Everything about her was an illusion. Every time I saw her, galaxies moved inside of me. I could feel time exchanging itself just for us; I knew, somehow, that the universe wanted us to find each other. Our souls were one. A big, crazy, mess of a soul; but we were two souls combined, for infinity.
Her eyes were brown, but with a speck of green and orange that made them pop. Whenever I saw them, I got lost; she made me get lost. I didn't even know where I went when I was with her, but I loved it. I wanted to stay there, in peace with her, forever.
I wanted to lay under the stars with her. The stars were her. I would simply be laying under a galaxy full of her over and over again millions of times. I would be able to stare at her for as long as I wished. The galaxies above us would be a sea of colors, entangled with the beauty of her.
Her hair was yellow and I wanted to lose myself in it. I wanted it to be wrapped around me, so I could feel the follicles that came from her head which surrounded her brain so I could know all of her thoughts.
I hoped, somehow, she was thinking of me the way I was thinking of her; I hoped she wanted to engulf herself in me the way I did in her. I hoped that she saw herself in the stars and saw me in the moon, and I hoped she wanted to get lost somewhere she didn't know.
I wanted her to see me in the moon so I could brighten her, just the way she shines in me. She shines in me, always and forever. Her light never dulled. The flame was infinitely burning inside of us and it would never blow out.
Her fingertips were the seven wonders of the world, but increased by three. They were beautiful and insane and you would be drawn in in just a second. They made you want more.
Her lips were the ocean, endless in itself but cold and dangerous all at once. If you tasted them, you would get the sense of salt and wonder.
Her skin was a song. You couldn't always feel it in your bones how everyone wants to, but when you could it sent a shock of exhilaration through your nerves and made you whole body jolt. It was warm and made you feel good.
Her breath was the wind. It swept you away in ways you didn't even know; silently and could cause a whole town destruction for a lifetime.
Her voice. Her voice was insanity itself. It kept you up at night and made you want to rip your hair right out, but at the same time you had the possibility of addiction; and almost every time the possibility became potentially and potentially became definitely. Her voice made me and could make everyone in the goddamn universe insanely addicted.
I was hers. She could take all of these things away from me and I would still think of her as the stars, and the ocean, and a wonder itself; I would always think of her as what she is. A miracle.
She was my own miracle. I knew, that if I were to tumble down into a pit of darkness, her galaxies would light the path and I would find my way again. Her ocean would refresh me, her wind would sweep me away from my troubles, her song would thrill me, her wonder would make me beautiful again, and insanity would do it all over again and I would regret every moment of it. But it would all be from her, and that's what I want. I want my own personal galaxy. I want my own song. I want all this and more. I want her.
