I still remember the first time somebody tried to convince me that everything is made up of stardust.
Sounded crazy at the time, kinda like something out of one of those fairytales Alice would tell me back when I was a kid.
People made of stars. Sounded pretty ridiculous to me at the time.
Then, for the first time in years, I looked into her eyes. Really looked.
She was rambling on, saying something scalding, something that I didn't pay any attention to; couldn't pay any attention to.
Goddamn, were they gorgeous. I remember my breath catching in my throat. I don't think I felt the need to breathe. Not when she was looking at me like that.
Even though her words were meant to sting, meant to knock some kind of sense into me the only way she knows how, I could tell she didn't mean a single second of it.
Her eyes were like a Louisiana swamp, alive and green and oh-so-good at keeping things hidden.
But not good enough. Not at that moment.
That was when I knew that, if not everything, then at least she had to be made up of stardust because nothing but the stars had ever taken my breath away quite like that.
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starry eyes
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