It was clear, it was blue, not a cloud in sight.
It was a warm summer day,
the sun kissed my cheeks in the most satisfying way.
His eyes caught every beam of light
and I swear they were the most beautiful shade of brown I've ever seen
The air was quiet and still
expect for the breeze
that caused the same strand of hair to graze my face,
the strand that he'd always push back behind my ear
with a hand that gently caressed my face on its way back down.
Now, I could actually be wrong
It might have been raining or gloomy
but this is what the sky looked like every day
when I was in love with you