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