she told me once her favorite thing in the world were constellations, and ever since then everything about her became stars to me.
she had the kind of eyes that could see right through your soul, that would get lighter as she got happier and darker as she got mad, the kind of brown eyes that put colored ones to shame.
she had the kind of smile that could light up any room, the kind of smile so beautiful you would do anything to keep it on her face.
she had the kind of brain that was a universe in itself, from all the galaxies and milky ways of her thoughts to all the black holes, planets, and bright stars, she was the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen. we are told to be 93% stardust, shes 100% everything.
—b.m
