“There’s some lights in your eyes that I follow about… In the sky and in all my fields of stars… There’s a color in your eyes that nobody knows but me.”
“I have a fire in my fingers and I want to believe in this, in me, in you, and the way your eyes burn when you look at me and remember why the world spins and atoms collide because of fate.”
“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.”
