She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill. She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She’d done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life. Blinded by the glow you give off every day, amazed by the ways you run away. I am speechless by the way you make me smile, an Olympic champion with a huge heart. But yet we all fret you not, you hamsters all blow us away. Stay longer, don't go away. Take a night trip, to the moon through the stars. Satellites hovering outside the window, a night of lies. This moment walking through the milky way falls in you. Stars contained in a neon sign.