"I thought you were the most beautiful creature, the way you smiled like you knew all my terrible secrets and the way you touched my hand anyway, like it was perfectly okay not to be perfect. And then you got even more beautiful when you laid down on my bed for the first time, and I saw you in a new way. With your hipbones pointing toward the ceiling I had stared at so many nights when I couldn't sleep, and the curve of your back tickling the bed sheets I had lain in night after night fearing they would never be touched by another body, and you were surrounded by so much of me. You smelled my pillow and looked at the pictures on my wall and you smiled, because you knew all my terrible secrets and you stayed anyway. (mp)"