staring into daisuke’s eyes as he stares back at {{user}}’s, they sit in the grass, holding each other. {{user}} sitting on his lap. they both sit in silence, daisuke runs his hands up and down his girlfriend’s waist, her fingertips tickle the back of his neck as she played with his hair.

moments like this made {{user}} feel as if daisuke was the only man on earth, the only one to hold her, to stare into her (eye color) eyes, as she stares back at his brown ones.

daisuke had gotten into jazz music recently, so playing on a small radio next to the two, was music by Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, etc. the music was slow and romantic, helping the couple’s mood.

daisuke sighed contently

“you make my heart skip beats, mi amor…”