Galaxies as eyes

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I love him. He picks up all the broken pieces of my heart, once were shattered, into a new form of art. My favourite piece of art. The only form which I'd pick in an art gallery out of millions. His imperfections were perfection to me. I loved him. He was beautiful. Just everything about him was beautiful. The way his blonde hair falls, his beady blue eyes whom were always focused on me, and his lips. His lips were always convincing me to lock lips with. How tempting it was. The rosy shade matched his cheeks after a game of football. Just him in general made me smile uncontrollably.