From the book I'll never publish.
She wanted to scream to the heavens. It was almost surreal, her and him being together. She had longed this moment for so long, and now that it had finally happened, she felt as if she was in a really wonderful kaleidoscopic dream. But the solid body against her and the steady heartbeats she could feel assured her that this wasn’t a dream.
It was real.
She remembered when he confessed his feelings for her. She rustled through the sun-warmed fields, almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion. And her skirt; oh her skirt swayed to the groove as she sashayed across this desperate land. Between you and I, she was like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggles, but eventually all, knew of her angelic shine.
Once he saw her, he pulled her off to the side, his hand reaching for hers. She stole a glance at him, drinking in his every feature. Swoony type, long hair, cheeks like wine. A beautiful force of nature – part forest, part sea, part fire. His eyes were closed, hiding those stunningly chatoyant emerald green eyes from her. Though he was an electric soul, his face was calm. It as if he swallowed vintage lyrics and ethereal poetry.
Their eyes had finally met, and for a second she wondered if her heart had stopped beating.
“I care.” he said in a trembling voice. "I care because..." here, his voice faltered, his nerves trying to get the best of him. He fought them off, however, and when he spoke again, his voice held confidence in its tone. “I care because I love you."
“You love me?” She’d heard him loud and clear, of course, but she simply wanted to be sure she heard him right.
He stepped closer to her, his gaze never shying away from hers.
“Yes. I love the way you talk and I love the way you laugh. I love the way your lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. I love that you think you came from the 70s. Yes I love you – whether you fail or fall, just as you are.”
She giggled. He stepped closer.
She gasped quietly, her body tingling from his touch. Slowly, slowly, he leaned forward, his eyes slipping shut. She found herself doing the same, her eyes closing as she met him halfway until their velvet lips were softly touching. And it was like her heart exploded into saturated, vibrant fireworks, and she felt like cheering and crying and laughing.
Pandora suddenly opened the box and darkness filled the sky. His life became sullen; filled with thunderstorms and feign copulations. Cinematic and shadowy, he now exists in a trance of melancholy and melodrama. And her sight; oh her sight is illuminated on this desperate land like an ecstatic angel in the deluge.
She is galaxies. And he is the stargazer.