She guessed my favorite color on the first try, but between you and me, I didn’t even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow. She was excited and smiling like a little kid, so I told her she was right, and I haven’t seen yellow the same since. It’s in everything. I could probably live in it now. She is the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love. She is a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, and every silence was music. She is an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation. I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart. You are the poem I never knew how to write, and this life is the story I have always wanted to tell. The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.