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When I stare at you, all I could think of are your eyes and how they behold the intergalactic mass. 

On how the infinite universe can fit on a single pupil, it is mesmerizing to see a dream upon your eyes as it holds millions upon millions of constellations. And every time we had a chance to just lay down and look at the stars, I would rather look at you. I'd stare at you in an unknown mixture of expressions as I count the galaxies that you hold. 

I would usually catch a glimpse of the tail of a comet as you began to feel enthusiastic. Sometimes I get to see the Asteroid Belt surrounding your iris as you are in a state of concentration. But rarely does it ever occur to see a whole planet in your eyes, and I live for that moment. Maybe I'd stare at you like I stare at a blue moon and smile hoping you'd smile back, as if you're on that moon and I'm here on Earth. 

You asked me once if I see black holes. I replied back with an answer you weren't even surprised to hear. Yes, I get to see the horror it has done. Your stars collapse under its own gravity trapping every source of light it comes across, it vacuums space into nothingness. It wouldn't be gone, to tell the truth. It would be swept aside just like a bad memory being put on the back side of your mind. But it is placed permanently and no matter can counteract to it. A new one would replace it just like any other celestial body. 

As to create so be destroyed the intergalactic mass. 

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Jan Evans