How To Break A Heart in Six Months

My favorite color is sky blue, always has been, always will be. So it was no coincidence that he had sky blue eyes. Those were the first things I noticed. Beautiful spring day blue that warmed up my heart every time he looked in my direction. His hair was the next, I have never been one for blondes, but his hair was like golden rays of light. It was always soft, and when his hair grew a little too long, it started to curl at the ends. I know how much he hates those curls, but I cannot resist twirling my fingers around each and every one of them as he drove me to work. His nose was his least favorite feature, but it was one of the best in my opinion. Slightly crooked from being broken once long ago. On anybody else it would look ugly, on him it fit. It is unique, just like him. He isn't super buff or muscular, he is tall and lanky, but those long arms can wrap around you in a hug that will melt all of your problems away. His height made it easy to listen to his steady heartbeat
as he gave you this said hug. I knew I was in trouble, but I also knew that I was in love. (This is based on a true story and all accounts are from actual situations)