She had a love for painting galaxies. Something about space gave her vibrations running up and down. A shiver. So she got lost in the darks, in the blues.
Something about him did the same exact thing. First love was like earth had turned into a spaceship and she finally felt lightyears away from home.
His kind heart was the best part; She knew he'd invite the aliens in for tea, too.
She stopped painting that summer, she settled for the universe in his eyes but her biggest regret was not making him art because he deserved the stars.
/// Maybe he would have stayed.
