The way he looked into my eyes mystified me. Deep and passionate. Longing and loving. What could he see that I couldn't? How far could he stare into the windows of perception?

Still, his gaze was surreal, lighting the way through the interstellar blackness of my iris photons. Nine worlds could not have amounted to his supernova glow, the aura in which I became blanketed within an infinitesimal wavelength. A heart of Jupiter and eyes of Neptune reduced me to stardust. His tender crescent moon smile, unscathed by even the most massive black holes, eclipsed my soul.

I catch his subtle stare sweeping over my face every now and then, as Haley the crepuscular skies above. I measure the distance between his lips and my own, not wasting one precious moment in time. We rest our eyelids in unison and the sun could never burn brighter.