His hair was auburn, reminding her of the leaves changing with the autumn season. Her favorite season. His freckles dotted his face like speckles of paint on a canvas representing rain drops, only his were drops of sun. His eyes of green glistened in the light as they stared into hers, reminding her of the prettiest grass on a summer day, but not even that could describe the beauty of their hue. His hand in hers, she could feel his thumb gliding across her fingers, and he gave her a little squeeze every now and then. “So that you won’t forget it’s there,” he would always tell her, and she loved it. She loved him.

“You can’t hold my hand forever you know.” She argued playfully as they sat on the roof of her house, watching the sun set and the sky fade into the most beautiful mixture of purple and orange. “This pretty hand? I’ll never let go.” He chuckles, and she joins as she rests her blonde head on his shoulder. She never wanted him to let go either.

“I don’t like the sun set.” He said, breaking the peaceful silence. The only sound they could hear for miles was the songs of the birds and chirps of the crickets. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, her eyebrow cocking. He continued. “The blue sky fades, therefor it doesn’t bring out your eyes. I don’t like it. As I do, everything in this world should contribute to your beauty. I pity the sky, and the sun for setting, and everyone either than me. Because there is nobody else in this world holding you right now.” It took a moment, but in no time a smile ran across his face. His eyes yet again met hers. He saw a fire behind her eyes of blue, a fire he knew was kindled by his love and that burned for him. He noticed her dotted freckles just as she noticed his. He was infatuated with the girl sitting in front of him. The girl whose beauty faltered the sunset.

“I’m in love with you.” She replied finally, running her fingers through his hair as they lost the sunlight and welcomed the moon.