He loved his hair. It was so beautiful and yellow. He was sure it was soft too. He wanted to touch it and pet it. He was sure it was soft. It had to be because it was so pretty and shiny to be otherwise.

He loved his eyes. The way those bright blue eyes were always filled with excitement and yet intrigue and curiousity. He loved the way they looked at him with amazement. Yet they still made him hurt a little when they were dull or dark with depression or anger.

He loved the way he would smile. He'd have a big grin that just seemed to glow. It was bright and beautiful. Not like his own smiles that seemed a bit twisted. No, these were real and something about them just made him want to squeeze him.

He loved the way he laughed. He was so lighthearted. Even in the most stressful of situations. He always made the room perk up. Yet he still wanted to tell him to take things seriously.

He loved his brightness.

He loved his excitement.

He loved his little sunflower.