Galaxies and Pretty Boys
She loved calling him Pretty Boy, though she loved the way his name tasted on her tongue even more. And she was curious how it could be that a boy's name could taste like the sweet of cotton candy and vanilla ice cream blended with the bitterness of coffee.
And he loved watching her, comparing her to galaxies and milkyways not knowing at all that his existence too made the stars seem dull.
No foreword posted.
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