Everything. Just everything.

 When you looked at her, she seemed to glow. From within. Like the sun does for a few brilliant seconds turning red and orange right before it sets. But it was not a warm orangeish glow. Could it be the moon's light especially bright on those completely starless nights? No. It wasn't that either. It was completely different and dazzling. 

It would start slow, and then spread. I never knew the origin. Did it start from the beating of her heart when you looked at her? Did it spread like the sun's rays through her soul as the crescendo clamoured against her breast begging to be set loose upon the world? Did it instead spring from her all her smiles pulled into one, tight, and bright, curving upwards in the most devious yet wonderful way ever? Did it begin from the butterflies in her stomach as she felt the same feelings every time you looked at her? Was it like a riot of colour? A marching band playing a million different symphonies in cohesion so that heaven and earth moved together as waves do in the ocean of the universe? Perhaps it began from her eyes instead.

Those eyes... the ones that you got lost in and could never find your way out of. That made you want to go on quests for her. On the couch with the controller in your hand as you swerved this way and that trying to beat her in the latest video game you bought. Inside the pages of your favourite fantasy novel, where you laced up the scuffed, worn out leather boots and flung open the tavern's door, catching, out of the corner of your eye, a flyer with the latest adventure-of-a-lifetime. Standing in the aisle of the grocery store, shoving in a bottle of the ridiculously overpriced coffee-matcha-soy-hemp whatever she likes just because it has the pretty brown boba that tastes like happiness. 

I could never tell what colour they were. I thought about it and decided they were a little bit of everything. 

I saw the clear, cloudless skies. Almost heard the hawk cry as it flew across, a prince of the breeze. I heard a whale's song in the depths of the ocean. Its reply in the far corners of the globe. I saw the light filter through the pine forest, dappling through leaves to fall flat on the floor. I felt the chill of the mountains during a raging blizzard. My eyes deceived me, made me almost step on the snake that slithered through the desert when I looked next. I tasted the raindrops as they fell around me drawn up through the strong roots merging with the unshakable soil. I saw ants tasting sugar. The roar of the lion. Felt the kicked-up dust as the gazelle ran ahead.

And just like that I was back again. I got lost. I have been ever since I saw her. It was an eclipse. I saw everything and nothing. Her glow amplified at night until I was sure I would never see it again. I thought the brilliance would end like the dancing lights of aurora borealis that you can only see way up north. The cosmos greets me every time I look. I don't even have to look. I think and the stars in the sky wave back. The waves part and the tides ebb. There, that singular forged lightning that parts the smoky grey, falling like Excalibur into the stone.

And just like I see everything in her, I feel a piece of the same meteor stardust in me that makes her.

...

I wonder if she knows what I do.