I breathe you in—your familiar scent fills my lungs and beguiles my senses—and I'm dizzy. My head is spinning and I'm utterly delirious—it's a beautiful, starry-eyed delirium—with love and lust, raw passion and perfervid desire. For a moment, nothing else matters but you, and me, and us, and how we—two individuals with stardust clinging to our eyelashes, constellations sprouting from our scars and galaxies making up our very souls—are meant to be.