His Stars/h.s

Prologue.

I felt weird. You know, weird, like the feeling you get when you're missing something important and you don't know what it is, but its at the tip of your tongue. I feel that way. I'm missing something, but this time, I know what it is. It's him. You know that feeling when you need something so bad, and you have no idea how to get it, or no chance of getting it? That's also how I feel, but only with him.

   Being with him resembles the feeling you get seeing a shooting star for the first time, and trying to comprehend how something could be so fascinating or wondrous. That's the only thought I have when I'm with him. He is everything positive in the world, and I swear that we need more people like him. Looking at him just seems to make everything in my mind fade away. I suddenly forget what I was thinking about before thoughts of him cloud up my mind, making it hard to see anything else besides those shining eyes of his.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or some sick trick he's playing on me, even though the way he acts just seems to incredibly real.
It's just so hard to think that an entire galaxy could love just one tiny star. I'm that star, and those bright eyes hold a billion galaxies, and he's broken a billion hearts. I don't want to be next, but I'm afraid my head can't keep up with my heart, who is partnered up with my actions. Maybe that's how the other girls felt, their hearts decided on him, not their heads.
  
  He deserves so much better though, so much better than me, or anyone in this stupid town. He's too good for every single one of us, and I know that, but I can't help but kick that thought out of my mind when he kisses me. See? My heart is thinking, not my head.

  Every day, I hope I see him, even if it's only for a little bit. For some reason, seeing him just makes my entire day. Please tell me you've felt the way I do. This makes me seem so pathetic, so weak, don't you agree? He's got me totally wrapped around his finger. I'm in the palm of his hand, I could be crushed at any moment. I don't think I'm ready for it, and the thought terrifies me.

  No, I don't like the feeling of having feelings for him control my moods. Well, I only like it when he makes me happy, which isn't very much because I don't see him as often as I would like. No, I've never regretted or questioned my feelings about him. I never thought twice because I didn't need to. Loving him is like not wearing a helmet while doing something dangerous because you know you aren't going to hurt yourself, but there is always a chance that you could. You just trust yourself. That's how I see my feelings for him. No, he has never hurt me, I don't feel that I need to protect myself from anything. I'm just letting myself fall, fall deep into him and not caring about where I may end up. It could be in the pile of shattered hearts and stale feelings, or in his arms. For now, I don't really care.

   But every good thing must come to an end, right? I hope that rule doesn't apply to us. But sooner or later, those stars in his eyes will explode, like every star does, no matter how beautiful. I hope god makes an exception, his stars are more beautiful than the glittering galaxies in the sky or the diamonds falling from Venus. I don't want the light in those crystal eyes to fade or turn to gray. He's absolutely breathtaking.