She couldn't remember how this all started. Had it been that long ago that this artistic, crazy, gorgeous man had waltzed into her life with that confident smirk plastered on his face and the over used line of, 'Hey. You come here often, yeah?'

What was it that made her fall for him, anyways? Was it that smirk, the tilt of his lips that seemed so natural and always gave him an air of confidence that was simply so alluring? Or maybe it was his eyes, the beautiful shade of blue that was only seen on those so rare cloudless mornings and shaped in the most peculiar way, almost reminiscent to an almond.

But feeling him stir behind her and nudging the top of her head with his chin broke her reverie and her attention was focused on the feeling of his lips being pressed to her neck, feeling the smirk that she had grown to love and his murmur of, "Good morning."

She came to realize eventually that the fuzzy feeling that bloomed inside of her when she was near him was called love, that she would die for this man and she would run, run, run to the ends of the earth to be with him. But the only thing she registered at that moment was his arms curling around her waist and how she desperately wished that they could lie here for the rest of their lives.