The guy from the stars

I met a guy, not like the old ones, not like before. 
I met a guy who loves the stars and the morning walks, who loves the fresh air, coffee cups, and sunny days.
I fell for the stars at the same time that I was falling for him. It was long way, and short stops. It was high and cold enough.  The best night, all life.
I asked myself 'why' while I was putting on my jacket, 'maybe I fell for it when I saw him in the jungle of building'; you know, blue eyes, another mind, another atmosphere. Perfect. Cool. Lovely.
Yes I fell for him, now I know.
I'm still asking myself why while I'm writing about him. It feels just too strange, too deep, too good.
I feel myself stolen, re building, stronger, sweet, and sometimes weak. Cause being honest, I'm weak when is about to wait and grow up, when is about to love and promise.
Stop, I always have to stop. I don't have to let it go. 
This guy is simply from another place, not talking about distance. He is like those small points that you see on dark nights, those who came to make everything better.
Strong, but sensible to me. Brave, but smart to take it right. Handsome, but with an amazing heart.
I was thinking that day, while I was watching the stars falling down; he is from there, it's simply not like the things I knew. Different taste, 
and his hands... just the best thing that happened to me.