he put new stars in the sky and redecorated with new colors, made himself at home along the giant nebulas and the infinite constellations.

he dialed his voice to a whisper and told me sweet stories of how the sun loves the moon, while broad spectrum daydreams intertwined both our minds
we wished on shooting stars and shared cosmic kisses, and there was no need for gravity..I fell for him the second his lips spoke my name