He wanted to be an astronomer, and she was his favorite sky.
She has freckles like stars (seemingly infinite and carefully placed), always waiting to be formed into constellations. She was definitely other worldly and looking at her was like gazing at the night sky. She was breath taking, but her eyes were like the moon- forever changing. Some days she was fully there and her eyes shown brightly like the full moon. Some days she wasn't there at all, and her eyes were lifeless, cold, and dull. Some days her eyes were covered with storm clouds and you never knew when it was about to rain. Some days they were envious. So she with her galaxy of emotions and beauty changed daily, waiting to be formed and examined. She was the perfect sky for him to study, and the perfect sky to fall for.
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