A Hopelessly Romantic Spring

She didn’t know what shade of brown that was, so she named it after his eyes. He was no expert on stars; so he named the brightest ones after her smile. They didn’t know what to call this explosion of flowers and butterflies in their stomachs, so they just blamed it on spring and continued counting the petals on each flower he’d put in her hair, taking in the scent of her hair, his adorable laugh, the blooms and each other.


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