I just got really dark, down, and deep in the dumps thinking about her. About how long it will be until I'm near her again. Even though it won't be long, in real life. Like, it's only next week.
But she is not real life.
She's an angel. She is manna from heaven. Or, she must be something like that because she is a miracle.
She is beautiful from every angle; she moves her head, adjusts her hair, and Earth stops spinning for an agonising moment.
The stars are incredibly beautiful tonight. I wonder if I can ever see stars without thinking about her?
The world started spinning again. It revolves around her, and I am in orbit.