Sapphire. They are sapphire. There's a difference- a big difference- between blue and sapphire. One with blue eyes is a sight amongst countless others, drifting in the continual routine that began with yesterday and will end tomorrow. Yet tomorrow never comes, and the same steps taken yesterday will be followed until time's lazy tide washes the foot prints away, and the blue-eyed beholder is washed away with them. Blue does not sparkle like the gentle forest brook twisting in and out of itself through the woodland. Blue does not glisten in the light of the silver moon, gazing dreamily up into the vast, infinite universe.
Blue is not sapphire.
Golden. It is golden. There's a difference- a big difference- between blonde and golden. Blonde is seen as a simple fault, a passing observation to either make fun of or to be forever lost in the eternal ocean of words. Blonde does not flow, or drift, or gently lay across one's face, hiding it ever-so-slightly in a veil of sunlight. Blonde does not become silk in one's hand as their fingers weave through starry threads. Blonde does not echo a hope for tomorrow, imitating the blazing skies of a new sunrise.
Blonde is not golden.
Charismatic. He is charismatic. There's a difference- a big difference- between hyper and charismatic. Hyper encompasses annoying, pointless conversation, and endless hours of learning to zone out all sound to preserve your sanity. Hyper is not an open display of a gleeful heart, trying to support all that are sorrowful, and lost. Hyper is not the drive to make sure every being around you is happy and safe, warm and loved. Hyper does not bring the softest smile to your face, or allow for the warm swell in your chest, reminiscent of the feeling acquired when one knows, without a doubt in their mind, that they are absolutely, eternally, and unconditionally loved.
Hyper is not charismatic.
Blonde is not golden.
Blue is not sapphire.
And he is not just someone.