I saw you fall asleep amidst a garden of stars, underneath a moon that if I looked closer, would realise was just as bright as your eyes, and I found my favourite constellation running across your collarbones and down along your chest, and somewhere in between all of that, it collided with planets that would never have looked so beautiful if I had seen them on someone else. When I looked at you, I found myself wondering how a person could look like that, like they were the galaxy, a galaxy so pretty that for a moment, the air left my lungs.