Loving Stars

twelfth chapter: Please,

I remeber how we met, Olivia.

It was cold Saturday when the outside world fought with wind and snow and I was lecturing a few old couples about space and stars. I remember the soft music echoing in the dome and the beautiful colours of projected lights dancing across our small sky.

I loved my job. I was surrounded by stars and even though no one listened, I would always love the story behind those fireballs of infinity.

But until that cold, winter afternoon I never truly realised, stars are more beautiful than that. 

Because when I looked at you, Olivia, when I saw your sparkling eyes, when I saw the soft lights on your cheeks and that soft smile of sensual lips, I found my star.

You were beautiful. The blue of the room painted a beautiful picture of a girl with long hair in a careless braid with eyes so bright it blinded even the astronomers heart. You were smilling and your nose was scrunched.

You didn't blink. You weren't looking at the beauty of the galaxies. You weren't in awe of the stars behind me like others were.

Your eyes were on me. Unflinchingly. As if making discovery of something very special. I felt like a star.

I was yours that moment and every other moment after.