i hear stories
of your eyes, how they'd hold the
galaxies and stars

U were Astrophile
Shined only tint bit of that blinding light
I was moon who pulled u closer
In orbit to shift the stars in a line

As she stares at the stars and you stare at her,
You wonder what she sees in them.
It’s the stars that make her smile like that.
You want to wash your hair with stardust,
Wear a necklace of a shimmering constellation,
Shove entire planets in your eyesockets,
And burst into a girl-supernova
So that maybe, just maybe, she will love you, too.

I started reading the letter

It read: I always loved the magics, miracles of the universe. But I never found a small piece of love from the universe for me. So there's no point being a part of the universe. I quit. I love you ...

I wished I could have made you realize that the universe loved you more than I did.

After all,
I would have been a fool not noticing

the way the sunshine played with your hair

the way the raindrops slipped slowly from your lips

the way the wind flew only to feel your body

the way the stars twinkled praising your beauty

the way the rainbow silently dissolved the colour of your eyes with himselfs'

the way the lightning appeared to frighten u and feel your breaths

the way different beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful, lovely stars in the universe gave up their life to contribute their  'starstuff ' to prepare a gorgeous living thing

But you never realized the thing because

You were an astrophile
I was a philosopher..

Nycotile with Astrophile
Avid there

you were the stars, and I
a daytime astrophile