Stars

Brooklyn,

I apologize in advance for any clichés,

But you are the most beautiful soul to have ever graced my existence. From the moment you walked in on that first day, I knew I had to know your name. And so I said hi, introduced myself, and you right back. Though I must confess, I had completely missed out on your name, for I was too lost in counting the number of stars I saw in your eyes, each shining brighter than a thousand strobe lights. Brighter than a million suns.

And now when I look up at the night sky, I do not see stars; I only see your eyes, glittering with those same constellations that dance across your irises.

And for that moment I grow wings to chase them across the universe.