There’s just something about driving with the windows down, hair occasionally greeting my dreary eyes. Your almond mane sways in the breeze without the slightest bother.

There’s something about the clear, summer air that welcomes both of us warmly.

There’s something about getting lost in the roaring tunes as they travel to the very core of our bosoms.

There’s something about the hazy, tangerine street lights glowing in a row.

There’s something about sitting next to you whilst soaking up the music, our lips forbidding to budge in the silence of the evening.

There’s something about our hands meeting for the first time as our fingers innocently linger.

There’s something about the beautiful moment our eyes dove into one another. I know I’ll remember the look your almond eyes gave until I call upon my last breath.

There’s something about you.

There’s just something…