I remember falling in love with Phil.
It felt like a death sentence.
Every time I was in the same room with him, I would notice something different;
The way his tongue poked out of his mouth when he laughed;
The way his eyes sparkled when he was being clever;
The way he would move his hands to punctuate his words when he got excited;
The way he fell asleep; not quickly, or slowly, but caught somewhere in-between.
And when he talks to me his words weave in and out of me like music. Sometimes I can't even listen because I am too busy looking at his lips. But mostly I sit contentedly, listening to him talk to me in a way he will talk to no one else.
I fell in love with Phil quickly, all at once, all consumingly, so that the line between him and me became blurred to the point where I can no longer distinguish where my desires end and his begin.
My life was the night sky and Phil is my supernova. He burst into my life without warning and now I am blind to everything but him, but I can't bring myself to care.
I got my supernova. My once in a lifetime—if that.
And I wouldn't give him back for the world.