"I’m sure that you’re my daytime shooting star.”She’d told him about the time she saw a small miracle: a shooting star in broad daylight. One of these days, he’d tell her that he too had seen it. They were there every time she looked up at him with those bright eyes sparkling with naive innocence- eyes that were his own daytime stars, set against the bluest of skies. He’d tell her he was lucky enough to see that kind of miracle every day.
As your girlfriend, I will make it my duty to turn you on at the most inappropriate of times.