I remember one day, we were walking through the woods. You were quiet, with deep streams of thought flowing through your head like they always do. You looked at me and you said, “Love, show me something beautiful.” And in that moment, a flower dancing in the wind caught my eye. Growing next to a stream reflecting the sunlight, it moved gracefully and effortlessly, as lightly as a ballerina on the tips of her toes. It reminded me of you, and then I knew. I took your hand and walked with you to the flower as the stream’s current pulled us closer. When we stopped, I pointed to your reflection. You said, “What is this?” I said, “I could never show you anything as beautiful as you.”