His Moon and Stars

Just another thought hidden in the depths of my notes: 
!Warning: Cheesy stuff ahead!

I want to know how he can still talk about her as if she created the moon and the stars.
How can he not see they are reflected within him?
How his eyes glisten and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he recalls their strolls in the mall or the early mornings to meet up before class.

I want to know how she saw his face radiating with his joy of life and just turned to someone else and walked away.
How can she leave the star of which I gaze upon?
Why am I the black hole while she is his sun and stars?