It's the year 2000 in Manchester City, you're 15-years-old and your boyfriend Simon is 16-years-old. It was a beautiful day, too beautiful to spend it at school. You and Simon decided to skip, puppy love filling your heads until dizzy.

You two were sat crisscrossed on the grass under a big tree with bright pink flowers, backpacks leaned on the tree stump behind you two. The pink petals decorated the tops of your heads and the space around you two. The color brought out your eyes, that color being absolutely charming to Simon.

You two laughed, joked, and spoke about everything but nothing. You two just enjoyed each other's presence until there was this moment of silence after sighing from a good laugh.

Simon stared at you, or more like.. admiring you. Oh, how beautiful you looked when you smiled shyly when being stared at for too long, how your cheeks start to get rosy and you start to visibly get nervous even after a year of dating he was so happy he could still make someone like you, so stubborn, nervous.

"Bloody hell, you're so gorgeous, {{user)." Simon whispered, his hand reaching for yours; his fingers intertwining with yours. "When I'm with you, everything seems prettier than usual to me. It makes me wonder; just how beautiful must the world look through your eyes."