We drag ourselves into bed. I am tired. But I can’t sleep. I tell you that you’re beautiful as you run your fingers through my hair. I meant it when I said you were beautiful. My heart beat is steady and calm and I wonder if yours is the same. The light from the moon shines through my window and adds an extra glow to your face that I have not yet seen before, and it is at that moment I notice your smile. The most gorgeous smile that I have ever seen. The most gorgeous smile that has ever been seen by anyone. And at that moment I know he has not seen what I have seen. He has not thought what I have thought. He has not felt what I have felt. Because, at that moment, I discovered incomparable beauty; something a shallow mind grows blind to.

Over time that beauty has died. It has been ripped up, trampled, and spat upon. I don’t want it back. Not from you. I will find beauty again. I will find it, and it will stay, and they will see the same in me. You will never again be seen the way that I once saw you. I know this. Because, as much as I don’t know you, I know you all too well.