a bright summer's day;
there's something about the yellow of the sunlight and how it soaks through your hair, turning it golden, that makes his heart blossom. sometimes he wishes he could look at you like a normal person does, so his heart doesn't falter like it does, and he'd be spared the trouble of restarting it. bet you didn't know that, did you? the quiet laughs always present on your voice never ceases to makes his lips curve up ever so slightly, but when you hold him still with your eyes and tilt your head, yellow-golden hair falling to one side, he's mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
and you are, too.