His eyes stole specks of sunlight, hinting at depths of raw emotion. They told stories at a glance; those melted chocolate eyes reminded me of homey tales. They held a dictated gaze that could melt anyone's sore heart. Somedays, the brown orbs reflected worn pennies or even a well-loved book. It was a world beneath his eyelids, with a sunshine shine showcasing a sincere soul.
His hair often curled in locks above his head, the color of kindling firewood as it begins to burn. They appeared playful and whimsical, but they also carried a wonderfully serious tone. The sun only made the curls into earthen colored paths instead of its usual soft brown. Once in a while, the strands were smoothed in a Gatsby way, reminding me of his charms.
His personality was cheeky in humor but kind in nature. His unique sarcasm brought out my mischievous nature, but my own kindness dragged out his more mellow self. Jokes of wit made me feel as geeky as everyone liked, and as I wished to be. His smile lit up, and mine along with it. He reminded me of the feeling of butterflies. It wade bought to light anyone's heart on fire, and it did.
