I looked at you. You seemed different. Your eyes were stars, but look at them, they turnt into galaxy. Your skin, flawed.
You were a canvas, and here you were. A masterpiece everyone adores.

I’m not going to look into your eyes for long because I am scared to what I might wish. That you’ll utter my name, once again. That you’ll speak my name, dear and loved. But what’s today is different. We were dear. We loved. But now, my name is just lovely yet ordinary to you.

—  her (MIS), saw you again