today, you are celestial again. but today, you are not a star. you are not the sun, or the moon, or the abyss surrounding any of these. i have decided, that today, you are the entire galaxy. if you ruffle your hair out of nervousness, stardust will drift down onto your cheeks. that will stay, and it will sparkle everytime it catches light. all of your scars from when you were a child, maybe from climbing trees and falling off them, or from riding bicycles, will look like craters. i like to believe that you have a little bit of the moon in you. any good days and bad days you will ever have will only add to this; the moon and you will resemble each other in your waxing and waning. any moles on your face are like saturn's rings. they are beautiful, but i am yet to learn why they're there. maybe they're from a day out on the beach, or they appeared out of nowhere. whatever it is, i will appreciate the infinite dots scattered across your face.
and then, there's your eyes. there is no appropriate metaphor to describe your eyes. some days, they are imposters of the stars. they twinkle and captivate and look like exactly what i want to see. other days, they are the night sky without the moon, and without the stars, and without any light. on those days, the sky mimics you, and chooses to hide in her shadows. it's as if even the sky knows, that without you, nothing is beautiful.
