she was a wild child, the kind that danced and chanted in the rain and played with the sunshine as it peeked through the branches of leafy green trees

she always was enchanted by the immensity of the sky as well as how many stars filled the black canvas at night

she never stopped exploring the woods that she had come to memorize so well. she grazed her hands along smooth pine and wood, her energy giving life to everything she could

she traveled all over the world, never truly finding a place free enough to call home. she was not looking for a destination but instead a pair of two warm arms and a beating heart

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